On this day, 48 years ago, I made my entrance into this world. 😉 So, I’m gonna do some navel-gazing. You’ve been alerted, ok??
When I made my first “About Me” page for this blog, I distinctly remember typing, “I am a 29-year-old (yikes!) mom of four” and the “yikes” was because I saw 30 coming down the pike so soon.
Then I can remember turning 38 and thinking, “Oh my gracious, in two years I will be FORTY. That’s so old.”
And now I am having that same feeling, except I am staring down fifty this time.
Maybe this happens with every new decade?
(You guys can tell me!)
If forty seemed old to me, well, fifty seems so decidedly adult. I feel a little like, ummmmmm what? Me? I’m almost halfway to 100??
This seems like something that happens to other people, not to me. And yet, here we are.
I turned 40 in 2018, and I remember feeling full of hope that it was going to be a good decade.
Unfortunately, it started out pretty poorly, with a marital separation that summer, followed by a few very rocky years, and then a final separation in 2022.
The tears I cried in those four years could probably fill a small lake.
So, the first four years of my forties fell far short of my hopes.
But during the next four years of my forties, things have been so much better!
I moved to a new, non-split-foyer house.
I got divorced.
I got my first college degree.
I started a new career that I love.
I bought my dream car.
My now-safe heart did lots of healing.
My smile became so much more real.
So, my forties have been a 50/50 mix so far: four hard years followed by four happy, changeful years.
I have two more years left in my forties, and since I have exited the situation that was causing me so much pain, I truly do have high hopes for these years. 🙂
Here’s to closing out my forties well!
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