I was gushing to my aunt over how fabulous it is to be 40. It seems as though each decade shows a marked increase in wisdom, causing eager anticipation over the coming years. Many people have great angst over the quick spreading wrinkles, ages spots, and other bodily changes. Some wistfully think of years gone by. I get it. Some days I could cry for hours over how fast the joyous days with my family have sped by. I too, am surprised by the revelations in my mirror. Age has so much to offer though, I generally feel delighted.
While the 20’s held crazy fun, precious babies, and less responsibility… they were also marred with self-doubt and constant analysis of who I really was.
The 30’s have proved an incredible journey of rapid growth; emotionally and spiritually. There were painful losses and increasing spans of depression free years.
The 40’s? In a few short months, I have come to terms with who I am. And I like what I see. There is comfort in the freedom of being a person of great highs and sometimes deep lows. Others opinions rarely leave the sting they once did. I have become a confident (mostly), artistic, whole woman. I look forward to each day. I see the blessings in most moments, and purpose to find them in the one’s that are harder. I anticipate growth, and fear less about what it brings with it.
Things aren’t perfect, but they are sweet. How do you feel about aging?