I find it difficult to write about myself without worrying it sounds arrogant. I’ve made different choices than most but, to be clear, I don’t think my choices are better. Just better for me.
Then my relationship of 16 years ended and I was alone. It should have been terrifying … but it really wasn’t. I realized I can do things on my own, my way, and my happiness is absolutely as important as anyone’s.
My oldest daughter and I went to Paris the first time about four years ago and were instantly addicted. At this point, she has lived there for three years. Her courage to just jump in made an impact on me. Now it feels natural to hop on a plane to hang out with her, or travel to new countries by myself, or experience the beauty of our own country. I’ve finished hikes I never thought my body could handle and I’m starting my masters in nursing. Who knows what I’ll do next…
Now my 15-year-old has a goal of attending college in Iceland. I love that they both want to do things that would have terrified me at their age. But I also realized that my girls and I may never live on the same continent at the same time again. What comforts me is knowing no three females will ever be as close as we are.
I was never able to picture myself at 40, probably because I didn’t think there was anything worth picturing. But I’m here and it’s wonderful. I can be a good mom, take care of my responsibilities and still have the experiences I’ve come to love.
I can only imagine things getting even better, so bring on 50.
*Check out other pieces in my blog series celebrating our many different views of 39ish Life!