I remember the conversation like it was yesterday. “I want to date someone really, really old, like around 35.”
I said it with such ease and conviction that the small audience listening at the time surely thought I was kidding. I assure you I was not.
24 years old and barely knowledgeable about anything of significant value, I was simply just speaking my mind and if given the opportunity, I wouldn’t change a thing. Every single moment in life is part of setting a tone for what is to come.
The last of anything is always something to remember. That last slice of cake. The last swig of juice left in the fridge that when gulped seems to be the most satisfying thirst quencher on the planet. Or, the last ticket for that flight you have been procrastinating about that seems to have been waiting just for you.
As I reflect on my 40s, I can honestly say wow with great conviction. There are levels to it all, but this literally takes the cake. Full of lessons about life, self-worth, peace, and evolving. I knew the exact moment my leaf had turned over into a brand-new season and I welcomed it along with an invitation to stay for the rest of my days.
Reflecting on times when I was clueless, unable to love myself and mentally shackled by the thoughts of others. If freedom was a feeling, it would be everything within me. My, what a difference a day makes!
I will always love birthdays, especially my very own. The well-wishes, the calls, the cards, the hugs, the friends, and most importantly the family. This year and the years to come I am blessed and thankful to spend my special day with my dear mother. Let the memories be made and the laughter fill my soul.
May this last year of my 40s be one to remember.
Chapter 49, here I come!
Happy Birthday to me… |THIS.
[By A. Jones]
A writer, blogger, and dreamer, AJ writes and blogs from her home in Indiana. You can also find her work as a contributing writer at Groov Magazine. And have a peek inside AJ’s Diary.
