Usually when someone asks how it feels to be another year older my response is “good” or “okay.” There’s no real tangible difference. But this year…this year feels different.
I don’t know if it’s the pandemic or the new state or the extended time with these kids, but this year hits different. This year I feel like I am on the likely other half of what half my life will be (I’m over 40). And I want different. Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy. And I love my life and family. I also want greater. And I need to figure out how to become the fully free version of myself. I DO NOT want to be 60 wondering what could have been. And I refuse to be 50 and unhappy with myself because I didn’t do things that I wanted to do.
So yeah, this year, it feels good to celebrate another year of life, another year of love and another year of liberty. And any of those I don’t have enough of, I will be vehemently seeking.
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