Last week I turned 47. I don't think I look 47. And I don't feel 47. In fact, I really don't know—what—47 should be, but it's here, I'm here, and by the Grace of God, I'm another year older.
I'm not the woman who denies her age, I embrace it. I found myself reflecting back to my high school days; the days when I used to think 30 & 40 sounded ridiculously old. And here I am, surpassed those days and yet—not feeling old at all.
I still remember daydreaming about where my life would be by the time I was 30—because at 18 that's what we did, we daydreamed. And although my high school "daydreams" never evolved, I've learned a lot through each passing year. I grew up; mentally, spiritually and emotionally. I've lived and I've learned.
I've learned that in order to be happy, I have to distance myself away from people who aren't; that includes some family.
I've learned to enjoy every minute, of every day and not allow anger in my life—for strife only hurts me in the long run.
I've learned that bringing joy to other people, brings even more joy to me.
I've learned that some people—even those you love—will disappoint you.
I've learned forgiveness—whether for myself or someone else—to forgive others brings peace in my life.
I've learned patience.
I've learned that failure in life or rejection of others hurts, but it was part of the process in molding me into the woman I am today.
I've learned that not everyone has the same heart as you.
I've learned that a few kind words can make someone smile.
I've learned that no matter what I do or what I say, some people will not like me; and that's ok.
I've learned and mastered independence.
I've learned that I am notalways right.