But what people fail to tell you about 40 is that you've come to a point in your life where you have settled more and more into who you are, where you stand, and what you will not stand for. That's not to say I have it all figured out. I don't. And I'm not sure I want to. My life, for me, should have constant room for growth, development, and pushing myself into new directions.
And 40 was certainly a year for just that.
This past year I signed up for two photography classes (thanks, Dwight!) and began to explore life beyond the lens.
This year I submitted my play for publication (after seven years of having it sit idly on my computer). My fingers are crossed that good news will soon come my way.
This year my boyfriend proposed to me after three years of dating, and yes, this is my first time being married. I will be the first to admit that I made some poor choices when it came to the guys I dated. But, the older I got, the more confident I grew. And with that confidence came an understanding of who I was, what I wanted, and what I would not settle for. Just when I had reached the point where I had made that discovery, my fiancee entered into it. The timing was finally right. And I said yes.
This year we are building a home together, just as we will begin building our lives together...a brick at a time, a step at a time, with a solid foundation to hold us up.
So, yeah, I might be over-the-hill to some...but I'm flying down that hill and looking for the next one to climb. And I'm the happiest I've been in a long time.
41...I'm ready...let's see what you got.