In an hour and 25 minutes, I’ll have completed my 41st trip around the sun. So far, it’s been quite a ride.
I am not someone who’s stressed out by her age. In fact, I really looked forward to 35; it was then that I really felt like an authentic adult. 40 didn’t bother me at all, either, though I had much higher hopes for the year than how it actually turned out. I’m glad I had the experiences I had and learned the lessons that I did, but I really thought, last year on this date, that my 40s would start off much smoother – and happier – than they did.
I’m not at all worried, though, as I continue to have faith in the progress of the Universe (and my own little place in it). I am healthy and contented. I am well loved and safe. I have everything I need and, really, everything I want. I have an astoundingly happy family and I have glorious friends. I have a job that I adore, and work enough to keep me busy and productive. My life is good, and I’m grateful every day to be living it.
So here’s to 41. My wish as I blow out my candles will be that this year will offer me a bit of a smoother ride than last, but that I also continue to be mindfully aware of all that my life has to teach me. I remain open to love and friendship, and I promise to continue to work to make my little corner of the world a brighter, safer, smarter place.