In two weeks it’s my 50th birthday. 😮
It’s hard to believe I’ve been around for almost 50 years. There was a time when I thought 50 was really old, but since I don’t feel that way, I’ve shifted my perspective. 😉
It’s also sobering to think that my 50th birthday marks 20 birthdays I’ve celebrated without my dad. 💔 I think that’s the worst part about another birthday. It’s another one I celebrate without him here in physical form.
In last week’s post, I discussed the various things I’ve accomplished so far. Even twenty years ago, I never imagined myself married, living in another country, and running a souvenir and vinyl record shop.
For someone who never considered herself very courageous, I’ve surprised myself with some of the leaps of faith I’ve taken in the last twenty years. Despite my 30s being the start of the era without my dad, losing him gave me the courage to do things he may have talked me out of.
My 30s were the start of my discovery of my courage. I found the strength to quit my job, write my first book, and start public speaking. I’m grateful that the universe placed people in my life who encouraged and guided the changes I’ve made.
I’m also grateful that I have people in my life who have witnessed and lived through the various chapters of my life. When I get down on myself, they remind me of my growth and evolution when I’ve forgotten.
I get a kick out of looking at pictures of my younger self. My phone reminded me that a friend from high school had sent some photos of pics from over thirty years ago. I laugh because I remember how smart I thought I was back then (before the Internet and Google). I had no clue that the learning never stops, when I was young.
These first 50 years were quite a ride, and I’m excited to see where the next 50 take me! 🩵