So I’ve begun the warm, sunny July morning of my 42nd year with profound feelings of serenity, contentment, and thankfulness. Throw in some fresh squeezed orange juice, a granola bar, listening to NPR, and feeding my feral cats, both of whom refuse to acknowledge my birthday! Little punks! 😆 Now I’m just stopping in to my blog to say hello to all of you before I log off to paint my toenails. I’m going out tonight and this is sandal season- must have pretty toes!
The rough patches of my early twenties and then my mid- thirties have led me to the surprising “payoff” of my forties. I never, ever would have predicted it! That I would be happiest and most-fulfilled at this age – after a divorce, my father’s sudden death, and several career changes – still confounds me. Forties? Really? My life experiences have left me not cynical, bitter, or pessimistic, but miraculously at peace. But how? Why? I recognize that art modeling deserves much of the credit, but it doesn’t explain everything. You know what? It doesn’t matter. For whatever reason, this has been my trajectory, my winding path, and it has steered me into a pretty fine place. I hope it lasts 🙂
Gustave Courbet’s Woman With a Parrot, 1866:
Love to everyone, and I’ll see you on the weekend!