Hi. I’m Renee. I would love to be looking into your eyes right now, although I’m a better communicator when I write, I’m a better friend and lover when we are together. I love people and I’m positive I would love you if I knew you ‘in real life.’ I would invite you to my house for dinner because that’s what I do, I feed the people I love. And we would talk and share a meal and become family. I know this because I know you. We are a lot alike and a lot different too. We would teach each other things, cheer for each other’s kids, we would talk about all the things and always feel understood, valued and listened to. We would hold each other in heartache, through the good and bad we would walk through life together. We are sisters and we would fight for each other, always. I know. <3
I turned 44 this year and am fast approaching 45. So far, my forties have been the best years of my life, besides maybe my late teens.
One thing about mid-life
We spend a lot of time considering and remembering. Remembering ourselves. Which could mean we have to re-member parts of ourselves and remind ourselves of a few things.
We’ve come this far, how much more time do we have, and what have we done with the time past? How we spend the rest of our life becomes important.
At first, we try to ignore the time our bodies already have on them, and we grasp for our youth. In that grasping, we start to remember things that were important to us in our early adult life. Teenage resolutions and values become meaningful again and we start wondering what happened? We start to wonder and question how we ended up where we are. And we start to realize the gravity of the choices we made in our youth, how they shaped and paved the road to where we are now. And let’s just face it, we regret some of our choices, but we see the future as a chance to do better, live fuller, make better choices.
We’ve spent so much of our lives until now proving that we are adults, and kind of gotten lost in it. Adulting is a lot of work. Lost in the babies and the marriages and the never-ending bills, and we’ve grown up to realize we’ve forgotten who we are.
Suddenly we find ourselves remembering and grasping for our youthful convictions. We are re-discovering who we are, remembering what we are passionate about, finding out that even though we’ve grown up and done a lot of adulting, we are still that 19-year-old on the inside, in the core of our being, we are who we are and we begin to feel freedom. Free from trying to be… and just being. If I have one word for my forties, so far, it is freedom. Anyone with me in this?
I was talking to my sister yesterday, she turned forty in September, and as I was listening to her talk, I truly understood and I started telling her that she was normal, this is normal, this happens when we turn forty, and she looked at me and said, “I’m so thankful I have you as my guide through the forties.” Hmmm… I’ve never really thought of myself as a guide, but I have been there, and I can relate, and if nothing else, I can tell you you’re not alone. So sure, I’ll be your guide too if you want. The forties are awesome.
When you walk away from reading my words, I hope you feel peaceful, inspired, refreshed, understood and encouraged. Take a deep breath here. Relax into yourself. You are beautiful, you are enough and you have gifts and talents that the world needs. Be free.
All my love,