Tuesday was my birthday. I love birthdays, and I particularly love this birthday: 40.
I'm kind of embarrassed to tell you that I've been thinking (obsessively) for a few weeks now about what I have to say about turning 40. And more specifically, what I would say about it on this blog. But it's true.
Here's what I came up with:
No advice, no funny inside jokes, no big questions.
Instead, I just feel flooded with gratitude. And love.
I have more than enough in my life.
In fact, I have so much more-than-enough that I've spent years working on simplifying, minimalizing, and generally slowing down so that I can be a good steward of the most wonderful parts of my more-than-enough.
You have this abundance, too, yes? So many beautiful friends and family that you can't see any of them as much as you'd like. So many tangible things that you can take trash bags full of them to the donation center. So many creative ideas that you can't get to them all this month, this year, this lifetime.
This is all challenging for real. And hard for real. And exhausting for real. And I sure do know that.
But also: Sweet mercy. I feel lucky, y'all.