In just a couple of days, I turn 37. Labor Day marks the day in which my mom and dad brought me into the world. There are times when I feel that I am just getting started, and there are other times when I feel that I lived and seen so much. When I was younger, I was afraid of getting old. Afraid of getting gray hair. Afraid of wrinkles. And while I don’t have any wrinkles or gray hair (well, just a strand or two), growing older gracefully has become appealing to me. I am no longer afraid, but rather grateful for being the gift of seeing another day each morning when I open my eyes.
I am much closer to 40 now than I am to 30. That does bother me a bit, I guess, because I never felt like a grown up. I keep wondering when that “grown up gene” will click on, but alas, I still sometimes feel like I am riding a bike with training wheels. I continue to make mistakes, but I also make sure to learn from them and not continue to repeat them.
Wisdom is brewing in this ole head of mine.
I am feeling some kind of way because I feel it’s time for me to kick it into high gear. I have a legacy that I need to build for my children, so that they have something that benefits from me working hard and being on this earth. I am not quite sure what that legacy is yet, but I love it that my son and daughter not only love that I do what I do, but they respect it too.
Yours truly is a testament of “anything is possible”.
I will be 37, but I am just getting started. There is so much left for me to do. So much life that still has yet to be lived.
I am grateful for my 36 years on this earth—and looking forward to many, many, many, many, many, more.
Happy Birthday to me!