This is the year....the 45th year!
This week my 45th birthday came and went.
Honestly, I've never been one to place a lot of emphasis on birthdays. I guess I've always thought that it's a personal thing and once you've passed the single digit birthdays and the teen ones it's time to use each birthday as a time to set goals or mourn....your choice. For myself, I've done both.
When I turned 30, I mourned. I mourned my youth, my dreams of living childless in a loft in Toronto with all white furniture and a pair of cute "Royale" kittens to keep me company at home and my chic successful executive co-workers that would share my life when I was not home with the kitties. The reality in my life when I was 30.....single mom to 3 beautiful daughters, in a shitty paying job with little more than a pot to piss in and the truth....I WOULD NOT CHANGE IT FOR ANYTHING! I don't really know why I cried that day but I did. I continued to cry for a few days.
When I turned 35, I became daring. I celebrated that birthday by getting a Tattoo. A tattoo of "Pooh" on my butt. The year that proceeded 35 was a good one. I agreed to marry my best friend that year and spent it preparing for my wonderful white wedding. My career took a turn to improvement. I made peace with who I had grown up to be.
Since that 35th birthday, the celebrations have been laid back and most have passed with little more than a birthday dinner and small presents from hubby and kids. Lots of hugs and lots of kisses. Many birthday greetings from friends.
At 45, I look back and thank GOD that my life turned out the way it did. My three kids, the trials and tribulations of raising them as a single parent, my marriage to the wonderful man I call Husband and Friend, my wonderful friendships, even the health issues that I've had, have been fulfilling and I know today that the "unachieved dream" I cried over on my 30th birthday would never have brought the happiness and fulfillment that I now have.
I look forward to what the future brings and smile when I look back at what my life has given me.
In the words of Ralph Waldo Emerson,
"Live well,
Learn plenty,
Laugh often,
Love much."
Honestly, I've never been one to place a lot of emphasis on birthdays. I guess I've always thought that it's a personal thing and once you've passed the single digit birthdays and the teen ones it's time to use each birthday as a time to set goals or mourn....your choice. For myself, I've done both.
When I turned 30, I mourned. I mourned my youth, my dreams of living childless in a loft in Toronto with all white furniture and a pair of cute "Royale" kittens to keep me company at home and my chic successful executive co-workers that would share my life when I was not home with the kitties. The reality in my life when I was 30.....single mom to 3 beautiful daughters, in a shitty paying job with little more than a pot to piss in and the truth....I WOULD NOT CHANGE IT FOR ANYTHING! I don't really know why I cried that day but I did. I continued to cry for a few days.
When I turned 35, I became daring. I celebrated that birthday by getting a Tattoo. A tattoo of "Pooh" on my butt. The year that proceeded 35 was a good one. I agreed to marry my best friend that year and spent it preparing for my wonderful white wedding. My career took a turn to improvement. I made peace with who I had grown up to be.
Since that 35th birthday, the celebrations have been laid back and most have passed with little more than a birthday dinner and small presents from hubby and kids. Lots of hugs and lots of kisses. Many birthday greetings from friends.
At 45, I look back and thank GOD that my life turned out the way it did. My three kids, the trials and tribulations of raising them as a single parent, my marriage to the wonderful man I call Husband and Friend, my wonderful friendships, even the health issues that I've had, have been fulfilling and I know today that the "unachieved dream" I cried over on my 30th birthday would never have brought the happiness and fulfillment that I now have.
I look forward to what the future brings and smile when I look back at what my life has given me.
In the words of Ralph Waldo Emerson,
"Live well,
Learn plenty,
Laugh often,
Love much."
posted by Anonymous at 2:23 pm
3 Comments:
Happy Happy Happy Birthday.
I understand what you mean, as I am creaping up on 42 it's not as big of a deal as..26, 36.. I feel like Doris Day.. Que Sera Sera...
Wishing you all the best for this birthday year.
You have lots to be proud of.
Kate
Happy Birthday Linda! I hope that this year is a really great one and that it only gets better!
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