At 3… and still shining
There is an age —or rather, a decade— when we stop counting the exact years.
We say "in our thirties," "at 3..." as if the specific number no longer matters as much as everything we are upholding.
Because at 3… it's no longer just about turning 30.
It's about taking stock , whether you want to or not.
Looking at your life and thinking: this is what there is… and also everything I have built.
At 3… nobody lives the same, but almost all of us feel the same.
There are women who become mothers at 3 years old.
They have traded long nights for endless dawns.
They wear small, comfortable jewelry , but full of meaning.
Because its brilliance now also illuminates others.
There are women who are single at 3 years old.
Not lost, not incomplete.
Single because they know what they don't want, and are learning to choose (themselves) better.
They give each other jewelry as if they were promising something to themselves.
There are women who get a dog at age 3.
They've learned that companionship doesn't always arrive as you imagined,
But sometimes it arrives just when you need it.
There are women who at 3… live far away.
From their city, from their family, from the version of themselves that they were.
And they turn their favorite earrings into amulets ,
Because there are days when a small glimmer of light is the only thing that connects you to home.
There are women who at 3 years old... live with their parents.
They feel they are behind schedule, even though they are resisting, saving, and recovering.
And no, they're not late.
They are being brave in their own way.
There are women who at 3 years old... study and work.
They arrive tired, but they arrive.
They don't always have energy, but they do have determination.
And there are women who work at age 3.
A lot.
That support projects, teams, and decisions.
And that sometimes they forget to look at themselves… until a jewel reminds them who they are.
While thinking about all this, I understood something very Sibela-like :
Jewelry does not mark closed stages.
They accompany moments .
That's why at Sibela Studio we don't talk about a specific woman,
but of all possible versions.
The one that begins.
The one that continues.
The one who falls and the one who gets back up with more calm than haste.
I, for example, at 3 years old… just got married.
December 6th.
With the boy I met when I was 14.
And I don't tell it as a perfect ending, but as a reminder:
Life does not follow a logical order.
There is no right way.
Some stories arrive early, others late, and others reinvent themselves a thousand times.
At 3… it's not about having everything figured out.
It's about continuing to shine , even when the light is softer.
And perhaps growing up is just that:
accept the stage you are in,
Wear it with pride,
and choose —each day— something that reminds you who you are.
Even if it's just a ring.
Even if it's just a small glimmer of silver.
0 comments