Warning…
This Isn’t Going to be Pretty
When
I first planned the entry to mark my 40th birthday, this was my
original title. I was well prepared to
lament how physically I was feeling my age and the ever-entertaining ways my
body was changing. (One has to laugh
about it, right?)
However,
I have just spent three of the most relaxing day with the boys and family. I did
not have the “back-to-work Monday” looming at the end of the weekend. So, on the drive home, sitting in the back
seat between the two of them, I knew I needed to take a more positive approach.
When
I turned 30, I sat one night with my journal.
I was on my porch, wine glass in hand, chimenea aglow and dog at my
feet. I was thinking about the summer –
and the three weddings I would be attending – alone. I was thinking about the two weddings I had attended
the year before – alone. I was thinking alone
was not a very happy place to be. I penned
quite a pity party that night.
It
was time for a change. I decided to
relocate – sell my house and leave all the local comforts I had come to depend
upon. I was going to go live by the beach
and start over! Lucky for me, the
universe works in wonderful ways. I was
hired in Waterford – which was somewhat familiar territory (my aunt and cousin
live there). The only apartment available
that backed up to the woods was across from a handsome, single engineer – (now
that’s a story for another blog!)
In
the past ten years I have married and incredible man, owned two homes, and been
blessed with two beautiful boys. I’ve
gotten my 200 hour yoga certification, took a course in writing children’s literature
and taught two new grades. I’ve started
a young adult novel, dabbled in picture book writing, and continued to add to
my collections of poems. Most recently,
I have started this blog. So, to steal a
post from another person turning 40 this year…I will be turning 30 plus 10 year’s
experience!
Sure,
I’m not as fast as I used to be, my face has its share of experience lines and
it takes more effort to lift and separate!
But as I sit here at 6 a.m., under my fleece blanket, coffee mug in hand,
listening to the birds sing their wake up song, I am definitely in a very happy
place.
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