40 – And Still Hitting My Stride

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authoravToday I turned 40 years old.

I didn’t fear this day.

I still am not upset. I don’t feel like I’ve crested a hill, or that anything is going downhill.

This weekend I ghost hunted.

Went to an exotic animal sanctuary.

Spent time alone with my husband.

I am not where I plan to be in the future, but I am good where I am.

I am about to have one of my birds fly the coop, and the other two are out of elementary school with eyes on the future. I have a husband to whom I’ve been happily married for nearly 14 years. I have a dog, and a fish, and I’m able to work the job of my dreams (writing) when I can.

I am working on my 45X45 list, and have knocked out a few of those dreams this year. Now that I’m 40, I may take another gander at it to see what I may wish to change.

Either way, I am 40. I am embracing it without fear or upset.

Because 40 is awesome. 40 is when I feel like I’m coming into my own.

Hello 40.

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