I celebrated my 45th birthday a few weeks ago and have realized in the subsequent weeks how much I’ve matured in the five years since turning 40. I’m not talking about physical maturity. Of course, I have a little more silver in my hair, some deeper lines on my face and I think it’s absurd to wear uncomfortable clothing or be out starting the night at 9PM when I could be at home in my comfy clothes, curled up in my cozy bed, reading a book until I fall asleep. No, what I’m talking about is the mental
You've managed to do what for most of us is very hard: see what is so deeply and disturbingly personal from a broader, ego-releasing perspective, without forgiving what is not forgivable or denying your pain. It's so tough to hold this sort of contradiction between the achingly personal and the less attached universal. But you've clearly developed the strength and wisdom to do this. Thank you for writing about your process and how you have come to it.
On Seeing It for What It Is.
Dear Vickee,
You've managed to do what for most of us is very hard: see what is so deeply and disturbingly personal from a broader, ego-releasing perspective, without forgiving what is not forgivable or denying your pain. It's so tough to hold this sort of contradiction between the achingly personal and the less attached universal. But you've clearly developed the strength and wisdom to do this. Thank you for writing about your process and how you have come to it.
With admiration,
Glen
I liked this one. There are some things that only become clear with age and time. Turning 47 next month and I'm right there with you, girl.