[Quiet Thoughts] Of Momentous Non-Change

Photo: Looking north from my favorite perch next to the Old North Bridge. Beautiful, no? Peaceful, yes? Yeah. That and more. And that’s why I got no work done this morning while I was sitting there. This is no longer the place where I can go on baby-free mornings.



“You know I’m going to give you a lot of shit about being old tomorrow, right?”


“You know that I’ve been waiting a long time to be able to give you shit about this, right?”

“I mean, yeah. But you’re still over a year older than I am, so I still have ammunition.”

“That’s true. All the same. I’ve giving you shit tomorrow. You’ve been calling me old for a really long time.”

This from the man I got up this morning and baked muffins for! Muffins! You can’t be mean to the woman who bakes you muffins every Friday. Can you? Can you?

I’m turning 30 tomorrow. I’ve written this post five different ways for the last hour, but the bottom line is that I’m turning 30 tomorrow and there is really nothing profound about it. Barring something catastrophic, I’ll be the same woman on the same journey tomorrow that I am today. No new rights and privileges will be bestowed upon me, no trust fund opening up with mad dolla bills for me to spend… the debt doesn’t go away, the ambition, the drive, the stress… I just spent the last hour trying to convince you and myself that I’m gonna spend the next 10 years trying to spend more time being quiet and content. To relish the moments of silence and thoughtful reflection and in so doing, derive some sort of satisfaction and self-actualization.

But it’s bullshit. That’s total bullshit. Ambition is my middle name and my hyphened last name is Driven-Impatient-Insatiable. Good qualities? Bad qualities? All that and then some? Probably…

30 really means that I have a shortened time-table to start doing the things I really want to do with any sort of seriousness. This writing thing? I have got to figure out what I’m doing with it nowYesterday. I see 30 tomorrow and I think, holy shit, I’m so behind!

So bump all the quiet. I’m turning 30 tomorrow and all I can think is, “I really gotta bring the noise!” I’ve gotta get out of bed and keep it moving. I’ve gotta stay focused. I’ve gotta keep learning. I’ve got to learn to hustle better because, right now, I’m losing time.

So there. I said it. No wisdom. No soothing words. This is me screaming: Holy shit, I’m turning 30 tomorrow!

I know that this post is going to come off as a bit ungrateful: I understand that I’m walking out of my 20s way better than how I walked into them. Not all of my friends can say that. The 20s were good to me. But I know that there were parts of my 20s that I could have done better. There were some decisions along the way that I regret, and opportunities that I didn’t take that I’ll never have again. I don’t know what will be presented to me in my 30s–I don’t believe that I have any control over what will happen on the journey as I go–I would, though, like to leave my 30s with the same satisfying exhaustion that I feel right now. On this, the last day of my 20s, I’m exhausted. I did a lot. I feel accomplished. But I feel the sting of the stuff that I left undone, and I don’t want that to happen again.

I’ll bet that some of ya’ll older folk are probably snickering at me. Maybe all 20-somethings rage against the machine. Maybe the 20s aren’t designed to go quietly into that good night. I really thought that I was going to. I wrote 700 words of a “quiet” first draft to this post when I got home from the Old North Bridge this morning. In the still and the quiet, staring at the blue sky and the oranges and the reds of the trees, my brain told me that I should concentrate on the still… the quiet… the peace of the world… and bring more of that into my head. Take more of the peace with me…

And you know what?

I got nothing done this morning.

2 hours of my life in the sunshine with my notebooks in my hands and I wrote 3 sentences.

And I’m pissed at myself.

Should have brought the noise this morning.

I am not meeting my publishing goal tomorrow. I’m writing a story that’s too good to rush. I told my friend this week that I’m a little depressed that I didn’t accomplish my goals. I have a thing about deadlines, I said. I don’t like failure, I said.

No, no. I’m pissed today. Not only did I not meet my goal, I let my failure slow me down and block me for two weeks. Worse, I didn’t set a new goal so I could figure out a new pace and get this thing done. I’ve been sleeping in instead of writing, playing with my sewing machine instead of writing, baking instead of writing.

If I want to make this a thing. A real thing. If I want to be a writer, who writes books and articles and stuff, not just as a hobby, but as a way to contribute to my family, I need to bring the noise and stop sleeping. (And probably stop using commas and learn how to use semi-colons.)

I’m running out of time. 30 means that I’m running out of time. 30 means that I have all of the ambition and the drive and the energy and less of the time.

I’m sure that this is terribly foolish, but I’m not in the business of lying on this blog. This is my headspace today and, from time to time, I know that I’m a great fool. Let me have one more foolish day as the sun sets on my 20s and a new dawn of aged-wisdom begins tomorrow.

Let’s not lie. I’ll be a fool tomorrow, too. 🙂 That’s my Quiet Thought today: Kyra, you are today and you will be tomorrow, a dang fool.

Not only do I have wishes on this colorful and warm New England Friday, I have birthday wishes. First, I wish you a cup of warmed apple cider or hard apple cider if you prefer. Cinnamon optional, though a little is always good. I wish you a beautiful and quiet place, where the sun is warm enough to make you want to stay longer than you should and the breeze moves through playfully vibrant leaves. I wish you a thought, complex and brilliant, that keeps you occupied for hours and lost in possibilities. I wish you a productive time, too, where the time flies quickly and you walk away feeling accomplished. I wish you a moment of kindness–given or received. I wish you a moment of honesty, where you look yourself in the mirror and see yourself fully. I hope when you do, you see someone powerful, wonderful and beautiful. I wish you the opportunity to tell someone that you love them, however you choose to do so, and I hope that they tell you they love you in return. And I wish you time, used wisely, with no regrets (or foolishness).

See you Monday, hopefully with pretty pictures from Mount Washington. Until then, take care.


8 Comments Add yours

  1. Don’t walk into your thirties in a deficit of unrealized (because they might have been unrealistic) goals. Walk in with a surplus of new observations from keener wiser eyes that will give you the material for that writing you hang your worth on. When it’s time, you will write.

    Have faith in that; and prioritize your to do list to include the unexpected visit from the muses (hint: they like to show up when you’re in the shower or driving and nowhere near a fucking pencil).

    And tell Husband he prolly shouldn’t be mean to the woman from whom he just stole five, cider donuts. 🙂

    Happy birthday KC. I wish for you some sweet, autumn sunshine with a quiet, country soundtrack.

    1. K.C. Wise says:

      You know, I’m up at dawn this morning and I feel really awesome. I’ve done a little bit of writing, but I’ve mostly been looking at the color of the leaves and the way they look in the perfect light of the new day. It’s been really lovely.

      None of this is going the way that I wanted it to go. I thought I’d be on a beach, then I thought we’d be going to a mountain… instead, we’re probably going to go play with our fellow nerds at the Renaissance Festival and hope it doesn’t freak out the little bears. It feels good to roll with it. My keenest observation waling into my 30s is that I have much less control over all of this than I think I do.

      Did I panic a little yesterday? Yes. I stood at the non-edge of non-momentous non-change and thought for a moment about what I was leaving behind. But what I wrote yesterday was true: the 20s were really good to me. Who wants to leave something that you know works for you!?

      But I emerge this morning just as wise as I told you I would be: the sun is rising, there are groundhogs playing on my front yard, I am writing and thinking, and I am happy. My husband is going to make me pancakes and I’m going to go frolic under the trees among the costumed nerds. I can’t wait.

      And thank you. And that bread article!? Oh my God, I want to take a foodie field trip SOOOO badly!!!!

      1. That’s excellent! Everything’s gonna be just fine. I hope it’s the most beautiful day!

        Food trip=hell yes!

  2. Britt says:

    Your first birthday gift was this DAY. Holy moly, no one does fall more gorgeously than New England. Happy Birthday, 30 year old girl. (Personally, I like the 40s better– cancer and all!)

    These thoughts I will take around with me and spread all over the place:

    “I wish you a moment of honesty, where you look yourself in the mirror and see yourself fully. I hope when you do, you see someone powerful, wonderful and beautiful.”

    Happy Birthday, lovely lady…


    1. K.C. Wise says:

      You know, my mom said the same thing to me: “You couldn’t PAY me to be 20 again. 30 was only ok. But the 40s? I think I’m still mourning my 40s…”

      Thanks, Mom. lol

  3. ¡Hola! Creo que tendrás que traducir mi comentario. De paso te deseo unos geniales 30. Yo estoy por cumplir 21 y creo que a veces la vida apesta por eso, no tengo un camino claro que seguir y eso es duro, me siento idiota la mayor parte del tiempo y solo escucho: “eres demasiado joven para preocuparte·. Y la verdad es que me preocupa tener esa edad y no saber claro a dónde voy. Te deseo una vida llena de paz y lejos de estrés de mierda que vive la gente cada día.

    1. K.C. Wise says:

      Wow, muchas gracias por sus deseos de cumpleaños! Yo era capaz de traducir, y esto se traduce a través de Google Traductor, así que si está mal, lo siento mucho! Sabes que? Echo de menos 21 21 fue un gran año (22 y 23 son aún mejor!) Y lleno de mucha alegría y la aventura. Recuerdo el 21 de ser un momento de miedo, también, porque se sentía como todas las elecciones fueron monumentales y no podía realmente hacer una correcta. Así que entiendo, y me siento como que está en completo tiene derecho a sentirse preocupado veces. Aquí está la buena noticia: hay pocas decisiones realmente malas. Hay unos cuantos, pero sólo hay unos pocos. Eres lo bastante joven que puede cambiar el curso si desea o necesita. Tome la comodidad en eso. Y mantener la habitación en su vida, día y la mente para el caos. Porque eso es lo que es la vida. No sé cómo encontraste mi blog, pero estoy agradecido de que lo hiciste … y espero que va a volver a menudo y me habla de sus aventuras. Mientras yo puedo hacer que Google translate (Tomé español en la escuela secundaria, pero no lo hice muy bien! Yo estaba orgulloso de que yo era capaz de entender un poco de su comentario y sin la ayuda de google!), Entonces voy a ser capaz leer y responder. Quiero saber si esto sale bien!

      1. Lamento por haber contestado hasta ahora. Y muchas gracias. Si lo leí, y a precio tus palabras. Siempre es bueno escribir.

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