Nothing has me thinking about age more than my fast approaching birthday.
I've been thinking a lot about people saying things like, 'the 40's are the best', and whether that's been true for me. Lately I've been thinking that it probably hasn't been the best for me.
There are amazing aspects, that's true. But my truth is that I've struggled the most with myself in my 40's. I definitely experienced an identity crisis for many years. Conforming to my little suburban oasis idea of what mothering, community, and being in my 40's meant to me.
I've spent way too much time on the woulda, coulda, shoulda of how I look and how I'm aging, fooling only myself that it wasn't important to me, meanwhile supporting a thinly veiled, pity party for one.
xo
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