Reflections On The Big 4-0
This is what 41 looks like on a good day. I am mature enough
to say that I can love myself in the face of disappointing life goal "failures"
and focus of my blessings instead.
The one thing I would tell my 20 year old (know it all) self, make goals but roll with the changes when life doesn't work the way you hoped or planned. Also, don't burn your bridges. I prided myself in cutting out toxic people or situations, but lacked the grace to be humble about it. I burned a lot of bridges, and was judgmental. I would tell my twenty year old self to keep the confidence and independence, but temper it with grace and humility. But chances are, I wouldn't have listened anyway...
|1990 (pictured left)|
My grade 8 prom, age 14
My memory is fuzzy for these 4 years, I hated myself. I hated high school.
I had a few friends, and ate lunch outside every day of the year to avoid drama.
Married my college sweetheart
I was 23 and had no idea what real life was going to be like.
Of course I thought I knew it all. I still look back at my college years
as the happiest years of my life.
Days before my 34th Birthday and 39 weeks preggo
We waited a long time to have a family, it was exciting and
scary all at once. Kind of like my first tattoo.
I found out I needed bifocals, six months after turning 40.
The list of ailments and aches grows each week.