The Power of 29

I read this article the other day about The Power of 29: An Ode to Being Almost 30. This article talks about how around this age, my age, we "give fewer fucks" and start feeling like we're living the lives we set up for ourselves. We also learn to accept the truths about ourselves and our lives. Sometimes it's hard to give up your ideal self and live with your real self. A couple of things I've recently accepted about myself.

My nails, rarely, if ever, will be painted. You're lucky if my toes are painted.

I'll never wear a lot of makeup. If it's a choice between sleeping in and getting up early enough to put on makeup, sleeping in will always win.

I love fashion but hate spending money.

I'm a night owl and will NEVER be an early bird. 

I fucking hate exercise.

I am a homebody. 

I'd rather drink with friends around a fire than drink with friends at a bar.

I'm happy to be middle class with a modest home.

I simultaneously love and hate being a nurse.

I'm sometimes self righteous

I swear. A lot.

There's a lot of power in accepting yourself. I think it actually allows you to focus on your real priorities and living your best life, even without painted nails.