Birthday Reflections

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Today is the day: My birthday. I am officially forty years old. Growing up I had developed a stigma about this number, as I mentioned in my earlier post about my mother turning this age. Now that forty is here, it doesn’t feel so bad.

I set off in January intending to start living again with intention and so I created my year of the 40 list. A little less tasking, a little more fun. Five months in, I’m actually surprised at the results. The truth is, forty is better than not so bad. At this moment, I feel like the truest version of my self. I suppose I just needed to be reminded of what already exists.

I didn’t want to feel forty and certainly I didn’t want to act like it; whatever that means. The list was created as a catalyst, and as I am slowly checking things off, I feel more at home in my own skin than I ever have before. The “fun” has only made me more aware, and of course, endlessly grateful.

Wrinkles and all, I find myself the most beautiful (inside and out) right now. I’m certainly more confident at this age, no doubt because I work really hard to stay in my business, and not everyone else’s. Practicing gratitude has helped turn every event, good or bad, into a growth mindset. I am stepping into my own as a guide, a healer, a momma, a wife, a sister, and a friend.

As I move through the next seven months, and the year of the 40 comes to a close, I know it will only be the beginning of another forty years that will, no doubt, be even better. The joy from my indigo life is accumulating and it feels good. I may be over the hill now, but the grass is much greener and lot more exciting. Updates are coming soon on all the things I’ve been up to thus far.

The cake my wife got for me. Ahhh, the mountains!

The cake my wife got for me. Ahhh, the mountains!

One final note. What I find even more surprising, albeit exciting, is that my year of the forty list has inspired so many friends. Over the last few months I’ve been hearing about others that have started their own list in order to live their RAW lives. You don’t have to be hitting a milestone birthday to start. So I want to know about you. Leave me a comment with at least one small thing you plan to do for fun this year!

Galveston, oh Galveston...

 
Hotel Galvez

Hotel Galvez

Glen Campbell made the song famous, but our interpretation differs after the first line.  We just returned from a quick juant to the gulf coast island and, yes, I can still hear your seawinds blowing. There is something refreshing and still about spending time with one's feet in the sand near the ocean.  My mind was so quiet I barely spoke a word all weekend.

P starts preschool this fall.  Five half days, so this trip was a good-bye to summer before he begins this week.  We gave the Hotel Galvez a try, but despite its historical draw, the results were disappointing. The beach, however, was a quick walk across the street and it never displeases.  Isn't it the sole reason for going to Galveston?  

Getting their feet wet 

Getting their feet wet 

We walked the beach most nights during my favorite hour; twilight.  The light is even more stunning on the beach; always finding a way to make everything enchanting.  

The Pleasure Pier at dusk

The Pleasure Pier at dusk

We typically opt for a house or condo rental on the opposite end of the island, away from the crowd.  However, with our trip being a short weekend we decided to stay in town and let someone else make the beds and do the cooking.  It was a good choice as it made for more beach and pool time.  

My wife goofing off

My wife goofing off

There is nothing profound to say here about this trip, except for the importance of taking care of one's soul.  Sometimes you have to leave the familiar and drop your feet somewhere new with your family in tow.  We all needed a little time to explore the sand, soak up the last bits of sun for the summer and just be.

Glen Campbell is still on our air waves; P keeps asking for the Galveston song.  I don't object and if we close our eyes, we can still hear the waves.  My hope is that it will keeps us grounded these first few weeks of chaos.