I love it. I love being 40-something…
Here is why:
I am neither the oldest nor the youngest in the room. I’m in the middle now. It’s a good place to be. Learning from both the generation that precedes and succeeds me.
I have enough experience for people to be interested I what I have to say. But I am curious enough to enjoy not being experienced enough, to be always discovering.
I feel good about myself, because I have learned to trust myself. I don’t question what I should do so much anymore. In uncomfortable situations, I have trained myself to calmly remember that “I have been here before”: I have dealt with similar situations, successfully, and I can do it again.
I’ve finally learned to (mostly!) manage my emotions so that they propel me forward rather than hold me back. Oh if I could go back and learn that earlier…
I am in tune with my intuition, my 6th sense. And I am grateful for this force because it guides me to experience my life in such profound ways.
I know my worth and I am proud of the decisions I have made that lead me to this very moment. Living in the moment. Listening to the voices.
Yet, I am aware that everything is temporary; nothing lasts forever. I celebrate the highs, grieve the lows and try to productively navigate in the middle.
I am happy to be 40…-something!