I had a fleeting thought that today could be an uber-serious post chock full of musings & mullings regarding the fact I turn forty tomorrow.
The thing is Ive nary a musing or a mulling in my head.
Im thankful I feel better today than I did at thirty.
I’m more energetic, centered, and plain ole comfortable in my own skin.
The fact that the aforementioned skin is far more wrinkly than it was at thirty? That doesnt bother me yet in the least.
Check in with me at 50—–will I have changed my tune? Who can say.
Ive loved each piece of my life thus far.
Sure there are a few specific moments I adored not so much (please to see first heartbreak and cross-reference under being horribly embarrassed about the fact I was a band geek) and yet, even with enjoying all these moments, I wouldnt return to any and “live it all again” if given the opportunity.
I am content where I am right now.
I am curious where life will take me over the next (G-d willing) forty years.
I wake up each day at the ass-crack of dawn and think: SERIOUSLY? THIS IS MY LIFE?! How in earth did I get so lucky?
I am grateful.
I am grateful and I am scanner-less
There was a small chance of this being a complete Carla over the years movie-worthy montage were I not.
As a result here are just three pictures.
Three photos which are sort of indicative of my life journey.
Me at three. Yammering on the phone (which would, I guess, now be replaced my ever present Sidekick handheld).
Me at 20. Tanned, in full-on beer & pizza diet-mode & obviously smitten with the Sun-In (thanks Dad for sending this one my way):
Me at 23.
This was taken soon after I discovered my love of the iron and, if memory serves, I’d just emerged from 9 days backcountry camping/climbing:
(This photo also ties back into my pondering the fact I am what I repeatedly do. I want to, again, repeatedly climb.)
This is me this morning.
On my second to last day of being thirty nine.
HappyTired & ever grateful.