I turned (gulp) 45 years old on Friday.
Yes, I’m 45 and have pink hair. Go ahead. Laugh for a moment. I love it.
I struggled with turning 40 but got past it. Now, 45 feels like true middle age, and that’s just damned weird. I mean, I have a little girl (my daughter will be seven in June), so how can I possibly be in middle age? Not to mention that I just FEEL the same as I always did. Right?
Except you know what? That’s not quite true. I feel better now about myself then I ever did. I know who I am, and with each day I feel less and less like I have to explain myself.
Even better than that is the growth in compassion I have now. I don’t need to get so fired up over every damn thing, you know? I may not agree with everyone (not even close), but I can find compassion for those that disagree with me instead of hatred.
I was curious about how other bloggers over 40 felt, and got some great responses. If you’re on the cusp of 40 and are worried – or here already, or even if 40 is far away – I think you’ll find great joy in these words.
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