Today’s my 44th birthday and for the first time in a long while I’m welcoming the occasion. Being 44 isn’t so bad – in fact it’s sort of fabulous.
I figure I have about as many years in front of me as I do behind me. That’s good because I’ve lead a satisfying life so far and I’m looking forward to the adventures that the second half brings.
In the first half of my life I traveled to Vienna, Salzburg, Venice, Florence, Rome and Paris. I enjoy visiting Europe and hope to go back again soon. But sometimes I equally enjoy a weekend alone on the couch, too.
I have terrific friends. I’ve fostered long-term relationships with people who remember my Sylvia Plath-like poetry, purple hair days and innumerable boyfriends. Thank God they love me still!
And speaking of love, I have enough “romantic” experience to know what I like, I’m secure enough to ask for it, and still young enough to enjoy it – over and over again!
It’s taken me a while, but I’ve learned that big gestures don’t matter as much as being there for someone day in and day out.
I’ve always been confident in my abilities at work. But now, I take pleasure in mentoring the “next generation.”
I feel as though I’ve finally come into my own. My life fits me like a perfectly tailored suit.
At this point in my life, I’ve had my heart broken and suffered enough emotional and physical pain to know that I’ll be able to get through whatever the next 44 years bring.
I think I have something to say and I’ve found an audience willing to listen. Thanks!