I was dreading the end of my forties. It was a crazy decade with lots of drama, but it was by far my best one yet. Empowerment, confidence, and a sense of Self came along and turned me into someone I always wanted to be. My sex drive was no longer an evil curse, and my soul opened up like never before. I found passion and Love in running, which quieted my thoughts and allowed me to connect with the world in a whole new way. I met people who changed my life.
It was a good stretch.
And as much as I feared turning 50, the day came and went with happiness and thanksgiving. It just keeps getting better. Unbelievably better. And my sex drive is still alive and kicking. Whew.
I am a very, very Happy Birthday Girl.
In 45 minutes it will be Thanksgiving Day at my house. And I could spend the entire day listing all of the things I’m grateful for. Though the list may never be written down, my heart is dripping with happiness and memories, tiny and gigantic, of things that make me feel thankfulness and adoration for the Universe which continually bestows such beautiful gifts upon me.
It’s a beautiful, wonderful, simply amazing life. Thank you, thank you, thank you.