Are you screeching towards a major milestone with fingers clenching the handle bars—your butt bracing the banana seat of your Big Girl bike—getting ready for impact?
Well, sister, let me make your ride a little easier. I turned forty in February. I knew it was coming, obviously, and with any good luck. I had a whole year to prepare, and let me tell you, I am so glad I did.
Dread is a buzz kill. It's a powerless place to be, and I was not going to even entertain it.
So, for twelve months I thought about and invisioned everything I expected of forty. I made it clear to myself and my number—we were moving up in the numbers and stepping up this game.
For a lot of women, aging comes with wrinkles, wriggles and ripples. I do relate, but I feel so powerful and free at forty, and I really would never go back.
What we lose in our bodies we gain in our spirit!
When you think about your number and feel a little shaky on the heels, stay strong. Don’t collapse into a tangled heap of lipstick and Lulu pants to drown yourself in bad TV Movies. You are made of better stuff than this, and this feeling—the feeling that you are past your prime or getting old—has arrived to tell you something important.
You made it!
You won. You are blessed to breathe another day and if this new "number" says anything it is simply this:
"Don't waste another day. Say I'm sorry, Tell them you love them, Book that vacation, Write that book and YES buy that expensive candle or cashmere throw you lust after. Live FULLY and FABULOUSLY now. Give 100% of you and do what you came here to do."
The feeling that getting older is somehow a problem is absurd.
It is an honour my friends, we ARE the lucky ones.
BE WELL, LIVE FABULOUSLY!
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