November 2011

I’m 40. I’m happy with that.

Back in July, I turned the big four-oh. I didn’t talk about it much; glossed over it because I didn’t think I was going to be able to handle it gracefully. For those of you who happened to be around when I turned 30, there was absolutely no need for anger management on my part this time around. I honestly can assure you of that. I hope you can all forgive me for that horrific time, but at my funeral, please regale everyone of that absolute non-shining moment of my history.

This has been a monumental year. It’s been a monumental life. I fully admit that I’m luckier than most people – I’m married to a wonderful guy who supports me in every way and everything that I love. I’ve also been extremely fortunate in that because of him, I’ve been able to live in some exciting places that people only dream about or hope to visit one day – Scotland, Sweden, India…just to name a few places. I never take my luck for granted. I fully appreciate everything.

I’m not saying I live a charmed life. Well, for the most part it is. However, there are personal matters that haven’t gone the way I had hoped and I struggle to deal with it every day. I don’t let it get me down.

As I was chatting with my friend earlier today, I got to thinking…what would I tell the me of 20 years ago?

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