I'm celebrating a round birthday this week. The first one that can really get to a woman...erm...upset:-). I celebrated with my friends at a quiet get-together over the weekend, bringing the special date forward a little so that my very pregnant favourite friend could still be there. I can't deny that after I had tired all my friends to death with jokes about my age, I had to find a way to humour my excitement and tension about my jubilee. So I sat down the next night with a pen and a blank piece of paper to think about what I had behind me and what was ahead. Now for the psychologist's birthday report.
This exercise is also for you, if you want to develop your self-awareness, to reflect on life, to sort out your lines, to listen deeply - this time to yourself. Be honest, give yourself time, an hour of quiet me-time to remember and plan, as I did on the eve of my 30th birthday. Here is my look back over the past 30 years.
The very first memory I can consciously recall: A kindergarten memory, my mom and I were sorting through the Götz dolls - I knew she would want to buy me the one I said I liked best for Christmas. A doll with a rosy cheeked, off-white dress and curly bangs was my choice.
The best memory from my childhood: When my brother and I shared a room in the fourth-floor flat in Old Buda where I grew up, he had wallpaper with a car on one side and a teddy bear on the other. In the evenings, my brother would sit at the edge of my bed at my feet and we would "whisper" about life.
A defining memory from my childhood: I was sick with a fever, cuddled up on the bed with my mum and dad watching a Bud Spencer - Terrence Hill movie. Mum became aware of me reaching into my mouth and taking big breaths, then dusting my palms. To her interest, I explained that I was tired of the sore throat, so now I would take the sore out of my tonsils and get better. Mum laughed and said I was going to be a doctor or a psychologist. And my scheduled tonsillectomy was cancelled:-)
The funniest party memory from my teenage years: We got off the ferry on Saturday night on our way to a party when my nose started bleeding. My friend Patricia, who can't stand blood, fainted from fright, I was reaching for a tissue, the rest of the party was trying to wake Patti up. An old lady came up to us: My goodness, children, what happened, have you been drinking? At that moment our friend magically woke up, sat up, dead pale, but grinning, and said: - Not yet, we're about to.
The first real love: I was a high school student, his name was Zsolt, I met him in Morrisons where I used to hang out with my classmates without ID. It lasted 2 months and ended very tearfully. 🙂
What I am most proud of: Definitely my wonderful, beautiful and clever little boy, who will be six this year and starts school next year. To my education, my degrees, and my success in my profession, my recovery from the incurable, my method, the feedback from my patients, and my books and the precious people around me.
Which was the hardest part: Then I get another slap in the face just when I thought I was on track: a sinus thrombosis after 9 gynaecological operations. Divorce with a toddler. Losing my grandmother.
What I'd do differently: I don't think I can say at the moment. I mean, maybe I'd spend a little less on idiotic women's magazines.
Something I will always remember: The birth of my baby boy. My rebirth day, when I decided to get well, and that led me to develop my method, which has helped hundreds of women overcome their chronic female disease.
It was good as it was: All. In hindsight, this has always been the case. 🙂 (see also: why I didn't become a detective)
The thing I love most about myself: resilience, empathy,
A quality I don't like about myself: impatience, gadget addiction
What I want to teach my son: Swimming this year...and also: expect the best, but always be prepared for the worst. Dare to dream and dare to act.
To whom I will be forever grateful: my family, my brother and sister, and my closest friends Zsofi, Álmos, Andris
Which always fills me up: Karma dog, a good book, a good conversation with friends, yoga,, running
The last summer of my twenties: bubbly, , creative, brave, pushing the limits, fun, social
Which will be strange at 30: Women's magazines "How to take care of your skin/hair/etc in your twenties, thirties, forties?" I should be reading the second column in the section.
My plans for the future: rengeteg ötletem van, 4 új könyv várható az elkövekezendő egy évben, ezek közül már idén szeptembertől elérhető lesz a Lombikbaba vagyok mesekönyv asszisztált reprodukciós eljárással fogant gyermekek és szüleik számára, és a nagy sikerre való tekintettel újra kiadásra kerül az Endometriózis könyv.
I started to write a Which I will continue to do, strengthening the camp of the thirty-somethings, until now - I wrote a paragraph, but I noticed that I kept writing and writing and writing about what stays the same - dancing, running, yoga, non-stop learning, writing, development, vocation, time with friends and family... - and finally I stopped and realized: change is this birthday, big deal, really, but the Bottom Line stays the same.
I was reassured by that. I listened to the my favourite music. I danced to it with my son and the dog. I read a story. I kissed it, wrapped it. I curled up with a woman's magazine and read the article What sport to choose in your twenties. One last time. 🙂
Cheers!
Nóra Árvai psychologist, perinatal consultant, specialist writer, nutritionist.
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