The 40′s were a radical decade for me. When I look back, I feel exhausted. And relieved. (Thank GOD those changes happened–and are behind me!)
This was a decade that took me from having no idea who I was and what I wanted–to a depth of knowing I couldn’t have imagined.
From little, if any personal pulse, to an almost constant contraction of creative expansion.
It’s a decade that started off with a bust, but then banged out a new life from the inside out…
Here are the highlights:
2003: My big 40th birthday bash was snowed out. So instead of dancing the night away, I spent the evening with 2 babies, 4 children and a handful of brave souls who ventured onto the roads and helped consume an inordinate amount of cake.
2004: Watched all 6 seasons of Sex & the City while my husband finished building our very first home.
2005: Ended a decade of nursing. Downsized to a queen bed. Welcomed my husband’s vasectomy. Joined Curves.
2006: Hit bottom. Took a 3 month life sabbatical.
2007: Became a YogaDance Instructor.
2008: Explored avenues of self-employment. Began seeing repetitive numerical sequences of 1′s.
2009: Wrote memior #1. Became a blogger, a Facebooker, and a Twitterer
2010: Wrote memoir, #2. Resumed outside employment. Began struggling with depression (or awakened to the fact that I’ve always struggled with depression.)
2011: Began traveling for work with trips to Chile & Japan; went to NYC as an NGO delegate to the United Nations Commission on the Status of Women.
2012: Earned my yoga teaching certification. Surpassed the longest I’d ever lived in one home with 8 years in our house.
I’m not sure what to expect for the next decade. Maybe each chapter of life is this BIG. I’m okay with big, but this time around, I also want gentle. Special, but soothing. Expansive, but grounding. Thrilling, but simple. Amazing, but easy. You know, that kind of thing…
Tell me it can happen…