40s and counting

Yesterday was my 40th birthday.  I spent the day making a new beaded necklace with matching earrings at my local bead store (Caravan Beads in the North Center neighborhood), eating Southern food, and meeting up with actors and crew for my friend's sketch comedy revue, which opened last night and on which I had the honor of serving as assistant director.  It's been great fun and quite enlightening to be a part of a theatre project again, and it was also nice to go out after and share a few beers with these guys, both to celebrate a successful show and my birthday.

I'd be lying if I said this birthday wasn't tough.  It's been an emotional roller-coaster, these last few months, and having a milestone birthday shortly after a break-up is no picnic.  Whenever I feel myself indulging in self-pity or becoming overly sentimental about the past, though, I remind myself of the many blessings that I have, and remember that the point of focus should not be what has happened or what might happen, but what I do with what happens.

In that regard, 40 is a hell of a lot easier than 20, or even 30.  Despite all of the challenges, fears, and setbacks (at least those perceived as such), I'm looking forward to defining for myself just what this coming decade will mean.  See you on the road.

-C.