It has been incredibly busy this month for me and my family. If you follow me on IG you know why in my story. Those who do not follow me there are missing out on my crazy life with my eldest sister home, parties that seem to be happening every weekend, prepping for the holidays, working, school life, packing for NY, going to PT, crafting for my parents’ anniversary party (which was last night and will post about later) and just everything. Needless to say, I haven’t had much time for myself to just chill out. But here I am, making the darn time to .. chill out. Is writing this out chilling out? No, but let’s all pretend.
So, as you can see from my title.. forty-two happened. Yup, my birthday was Friday! Forty-two. I kind of like forty-two.
Man, I don’t know about you all up in this new age bracket with me, but doesn’t forty-two feel… good? Like, I loved my twenties, I didn’t love myself so much though I wish I had. Changed by leaps and bounds in my thirties, learned to love the uniqueness about myself. Now starting in my forties, I feel … contentment. Weird right? I feel happy in myself, my body, my life, my family, my outlook and everything that is around me. I am not comparing myself to anyone else, because, well, no one is like me; so how can I compare myself to another human (vice versa too)? Is this contentment caused from growing older? Is it part of some ‘I am too old to give a crap’ mentality that everyone says happens in our forties?
I honestly don’t know. I feel like I am having an easier time accepting what I can control and letting go of what I cannot. I used to be afraid of growing old, but right now, at this moment, I am not afraid. I am growing older, not old. This phrase packs a lot of punch. Growing older, not old.
Growing is a beautiful thing. 🙂
Here are some pictures from my festivities…
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