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!

I love to hear that!
Merci Maman 🙂 Xo
Such a gifted writer!
Merci! Xo
Soon you’ll get used to being “something – something”… Believe it or not, it’s pretty good too.
Not so soon!!! But I hear you :-). Have a great trip xo
Welcome to the club! Old enough to know, and discern, but never too old to learn. Very best wishes for your continued journey!
Thank you! Happy holidays! Xo