I celebrated my 50th birthday yesterday. I don’t feel 50 although I don’t know what 50 is supposed to feel like. What I do feel is, grateful. I’m grateful because today I have the opportunity to step into the rest of my authentic life.
This past decade was, without question, transformational.
Ten years ago, I was relatively certain I’d never be celebrating such a milestone. Ten years ago I was a drunk anorexic, unable to put two rational thoughts together when it came to how I was coping with life.
Four weeks after my 40th birthday, I made a decision. I reached out for help and I found it. Since that day I worked endlessly in search of myself.
I have spent this last decade evolving, changing, emerging and discovering the woman who was trapped inside an eating disorder and a bottle of wine. With the help of many beloved, compassionate and caring people, I’ve been released of that entrapment and am now closer to living as I was intended to.
I have so much more to learn.
I have so much more to grow into.
I have so much more to become.
I have so much more to experience.
I have so much more to embrace into my soul.
For me, turning 50 doesn’t mean I’m getting old. It means I’m just getting started.
And this is all because 10 years ago I started over.
that’s how I felt too, Alison, when I turned 50. That I was just getting started on stepping into my life.
Happy Birthday to you!