Wednesday, September 10, 2008
At what point in your life do you start to feel like a grown-up? I ask because I have never quite felt like one. Maybe I have unrealistic expectations about being “grown up”. Maybe it’s because I still have the sense of wonder over the world around me most often found in children. Whatever the reason, it’s ok…I don’t mind not feeling like a grown-up. I have always had a thirst for learning and experiencing and stretching my mind, and I love that about myself. Hey, maybe that’s a sign of being grown-up, being able to love and accept myself exactly the way I am this very minute. And I do! And trusting myself, that’s surely a sign of adulthood isn’t it? I think so! And being able to speak my truth, and stand up for myself…those have to count too, even though I still need more practice in the standing-up-for-myself department. But I’m getting there. Wow, guess I feel grown-up after all! Even with all the aches and pains and body changes, I wouldn’t trade this time in my life for anything. I’ve heard many wise women say that their 40s were great and their 50s even better, and though I’m only at the tip of that iceberg, I understand…I get it. So tomorrow I'll say hello to 42, and welcome it with open arms and a big wet kiss. I look forward to more learning, more creativity, more love, more…LIFE.
The book pictured above was my birthday gift to myself. I haven't read very much of it yet, but already I've been brought to tears because it's like Kelly Rae has looked into my soul and wrote what she saw. If you are thinking about getting it, you will not be disappointed. I plan on reading excerpts at the GIRL party...