Old - And Thankful

This has been one of the most insanely hectic weeks in a very, very long time.

I had two IEP's to attend, several letters to write, meetings to go to, social obligations to fulfill, and all the while still maintain my role as wife, mother, cook, housekeeper, and superhero.  

To celebrate the end of chaos and welcome in the weekend before my birthday, I went to Athens to hang out with my brother's girlfriend for a girl's night out.

I realized two very important things: 1) I am old.  2) I am thankful to be old.  

I would not be in my early twenties again for all the money in the world.  

Don't get me wrong... I would LOVE to have the body I had back then.  I would also thoroughly appreciate the energy that I had.  

But the rest? Fuuugetaboutit!!!

I'm so much more comfortable in my skin now than I was 10 years ago - stretch marks and all.  I'm so much more confident in my decisions.  I'm so much more capable of thinking about a world beyond the 12' radius that surrounds me.  

I know what I want.  I  may not always know how to get it, but I do at least know where I am trying to go.

Life, with all of it's joys and disappointments, is so much easier now than it was when I was turning 22.  I have experience under my belt to tell me that things are going to work out.  Sure, it may not always be the way I want it to work out, but things do always work out.

I know now that I don't have to create my own OR put up with other people's drama.  And I know that the world will not come to an end just because of a few unknowns in my life.  I know that a little discomfort with the future builds character and that it is true - whatever doesn't kill you WILL make you stronger.  

I had a great time last night.  But 32 is NOT the new 22.  And I just can't "hang" like I used to.  

And to be perfectly honest, that's just fine by me.

Love, hugs, and blessings,

The Mama