Tuesday, August 14, 2007

Tue
14
Aug
2007

At Peace

An old friend from college (who is a little older than I) told me a few years ago that when I passed 40, my life would get way better. She told me that it's like a magic age where all of a sudden the petty crap that plagues you earlier in life just doesn't matter anymore. It's when you start to discover who you are and really begin living life. You reprioritize (is that even a word?) what's truly important.

Honestly, I didn't really believe her.

Now that I'm less than a month away from my 41st birthday, I finally see what she meant. I don't dwell on piddly stuff like I used to. I've taken an attitude of, "Hey, this is who I am. Take it or leave it. I really don't care what you think of me." I'm starting to find that stuff is less important than experiences (except for computer stuff, that is!).

Granted, having been blessed with finding a man that loves me and sticks with me no matter what has been the most wonderful thing that could've happened to me. I can totally be who I am with him and be totally comfortable. I am grateful for his strength and his wisdom. He truly is my soul mate. I pity women who are afraid for their fellas to see them naked or without their makeup. I can not imagine being in a relationship where you can not discuss things and have intelligent conversations. How sad that some partners can not even show their true selves.

I still have a lot of negative self-talk and chatter that goes on in my brain, but more and more I'm recognizing it for what it is and trying to let it go. I have lots of big plans for me in the near future. I'm finally beginning to believe I can make them a reality.