I was busy celebrating myt 40-something birthday yesterday, and fell behind in all of my writing activities. A day off, I guess some would say.But today I started thinking about it.
Many years ago, when I was just a young teen, I remember sunbathing in our backyard. Simply relaxing, not sleeping, a sudden picture of a happy family flashed on the back of my eyelids. Me, as a 30-year-old woman, a husband and a child. It's still quite clear to me, the picture I mean. But it didn't come true. see, in the second that I saw that picture, I remember thinking that the woman that was there was indeed me, but that I would never live far past my 30th birthday.
I lived my life as if that were true. A very short and horrible marriage leading to a life of pure struggle and intense fun. No children. No true accomplishments. Then the death of a special family member completely devastated me. I hid. I drank. I cried buckets.
Someone came to me and said it was enough. I'd grieved. Before that, I'd had fun. I'd enjoyed my life to beyond acceptable. But now it was time to step up to return to my life's path.
I didn't die at 30. Obviously. I'm more than mid-40's, and married with a child. I am working my path, and believing in self. My next year... well, I have special plans. I spent my day yesterday, and much of today working out those plans and listening to my Self.
Now... on to manifesting!
