A Quick Year…

 

It has been a quick year from turning 40 to officially hitting 41.  Lots of big changes and new discoveries in self awareness. At times my emotions were at their peak over the last year but also, at times I found solace in quiet pain and giving myself the allowances to grow.

I am most grateful for the loves in my life, the friendships that have grown and the friendships that I am finally recognizing have evolved into something planted in my memory, revisited in my mind but are not what they used to be; beautifully present in my life. They have become a part of my past and I honor them with grace and focus on my tribe now with diligent commitment.

My sons remind me every day, every week, every month and year that our lives are limited only by the limitations we place on others and ourselves.  As I slowly loosen my grip I know they are growing so fast and every moment I have with them is a gift and they were created from such an unconditional love. They are and will be the best parts of my past and present.

I have learned moments are just moments, relish in the ones I receive and never hang onto the ones that I miss. Put my tribe first and what happens around myself and them are bonuses. I have a lot more strength that I give myself credit for.  I love deeply and hard, I want new, fresh experiences that challenge me and make me feel alive.  I want unmeasurable passion. I don’t want to be on my heels in life, I want to be forward like a sprinter waiting for the gun to go off. I want to be caught off guard and stimulated by thought and conversation.  I want to be better at seeing things through others eyes because my world can seem small within its own confines.

I want to be better, think bigger, and more brilliant in the next year.

 

 

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