Today I turn 60. There I've said it.....how in the world did this happen? One day I'm so very young and now....well, not old, but different.
I'm not writing this blog for anybody but me. I need to use words. I've always had a love relationship with words and I need them. I need their honesty and their sound. I need to feel them on my tongue and role them around in my mind. I am a lover of words.
Today I'm entering a new age.....and yes, that sounds trite, but I am. An age of me. Not of my kids, my husbands or my best friends. Not of my work or my home...but of me.
I am a giver of advice, a listener and a reader. I am a woman who needs to be me. In every event of my life...I need me. This is what the turning or this age means to me. Today I begin a journey of me. I no longer conform to your thoughts of who I am...but my thoughts.
If you want to go on this journey with me......welcome. If it bores the tears out of you, then I don't blame you. Sometimes I bore the tears out of myself. Sometimes I make myself so sad I cry just to let the pain out.
And yet....I have had and still have a wonderful life and any and all faults are my own. Did I let life push me into many corners when I should have resisted? You bet. But at the time I wasn't strong enough to see that. And at the time I loved those corners. No sense huh?
This is my personal journey...this is my journal of thoughts and prayers and well, me. I have raised great kids; I have loved the same man for 30+ years; I have written a book; I have taught thousands of kids. I have cultivated the strongest women in my life...but not until today and yesterday and maybe the day before, I have come to understand that I have not cultivated me.
This is my story.
Some serious contemplation of life. My alter ego blogs on its sister blog. If there is a serious thought rumbling around your head..throw it out. I'd love to read about it!
