|One of the doodles I made this summer - Love my sketchbook!|
I turned 44 few days ago.
44…. Who would have thought I would have felt like this at 44?
When I was a kid I imagined myself in the future, and the thought that in the year 2000 I would have been 31… so old, I thought! AhAh!
Now I think it’s hilarious, because at 31 I didn’t even know who I was yet.
I feel like with the 40s come self-awareness, and I am finally comfortable being ME.
In my 40s, I finally learned to acknowledge others opinions, but not to care about them too much, especially the negative ones.
I don’t think my way is better than others, most people are living their life much better than me. But I like how my path it’s going, and I learned not to care if you disagree, still very challenging at times, but priceless skill.
I finally understand why my mom kept telling me that the mean girls in school were “just jealous”. Of what? I though. They seemed to be prettier and happier than me. Now I can see what she meant. Many people have that negative edge that does not allow them to appreciate what they have and focus on the blessings in their lives. All they can do is look at others with critical eyes, and “be jealous”. It used to hurt me. A lot. Now I feel bad for them. I let them be and move on.
40+ is a great age, I learned to live well with myself, getting to know and accepting my personality, including its flaws. I learned to appreciate the blessings that every day warm and light up my life.
I learned that you can’t give anything for granted, it all can disappear on you, so you’d better appreciate it until you can, being it a loved one, a healthy status, a job, or possessions.
Life is precious.
Every day is special, even if it does not seem so.
Often we can understand events only years later, looking back at the big picture. Even when we don’t get it, we must keep going, work hard, do our best. Life will find a way to be OK and deliver blessings.
Thanks for reading :)