Hello, 40…nice to meet you.
When you’re 39, you kind of just sit in anticipation for the entire year of the approaching new decade…at least that’s how I felt. I have officially entered that new decade and it’s been a sweet introduction; one of great reflection and gratitude. My path is clear and I truly feel more rooted than ever before…not just to a place, but to a better and more forgiving understanding of this life I am leading. I feel lighter, as if the weight of that anticipation has been lifted and I’m just free to be exactly who I am, with all of my quirks and imperfections. I am a firm believer in the old saying, “age is just a number”, but how else can I explain the shift I have felt? It’s very real and tangible and it’s made me pause more often than usual to just be in the very moment of my life, to savor its essence, appreciate my achievements, feel satisfied with its direction and give thanks for all the people in it. All of the decisions and choices I have made in life and experiences of all kinds, both good and bad, have led me to this place.
I believe in true love, in fate, in soul mates, in the design of the universe, in the hand of God, in the miracles of nature and the mysteries of them all. How could I not? All of them played a roll in bringing me exactly to where I am today…to be a partner to this amazing man and a mama to my precious boys. When I entered my thirties, this was my dream. The path that lead me here was bumpy and twisted at first, but it eventually smoothed out, opened itself up and with one foot in front of the other, I never looked back. Yes, 40, I’ve been waiting for your arrival. Let’s keep going.