Hi. I’m Renee. I would love to be looking into your eyes right now. I love people and I’m positive I would love you if I knew you ‘in real life.’ I envision inviting you to my house for dinner, we talk, share a meal and over time, become family. I think we are a lot alike and a lot different too and we could probably talk for hours over coffee.
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.
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 today. 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 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.
I was talking to my sister yesterday, she turned forty in September, as I was listening to her talk, I truly understood. I began to tell 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 am here, and I can relate, and if nothing else, I can tell you you’re not alone.
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. The forties are awesome.
All my love,