Happy Birthday to me

Today’s my birthday. And not just any birthday. You see, today I turn 40.

Me, four days ago, at the Tower of the Winds in the Roman Agora at the Acropolis.
Me, four days ago, at the Tower of the Winds in the Roman Agora at the Acropolis.

So today’s blog post is dedicated to a little self-reflection.

More than anything today, I feel really, really grateful. I have a successful business, a great kid, and someone special, with whom I just spent two weeks traipsing around Greece (fodder for future blog posts, for sure!). I just bought a newer car,  I have food in the fridge, and am able to pay all my bills. In other words, I’m in a really good place right now.

This really good place feels extra good because the last two years have been the darkest time of my life. I won’t bother with those details, but let’s just say when it rains, it pours. But over the last six months or so, I am finally feeling like I am through the woods and into the light, and coming, truly, into my own.

When I reflect on my twenties and thirties, I see some pretty clear patterns. My twenties were all about living my life in the way that other people wanted me to. My thirties were all about breaking free of those expectations. I’m still working on it–a lifetime of living a certain way is certainly not going to change over night–but I’m getting better.

As I turn 40, it occurs to me that I’m not actually learning too many new things these days. I am, however, re-learning things constantly. And a big one that keeps coming up for me is around fear, and keeping my life small. I’m one of those people that hates to be disappointed, so sometimes I keep my expectations low or I create excuses to explain why I can’t do something. Going to Greece taught me, again, that I am very capable, and when I put my mind to do something, I will figure it out. To borrow a phrase, there is nothing to fear but fear itself. And in the end, it all works out. So, as my friend Tanja Dixon-Warren says, say yes, then figure out how to make it happen.

Let that be my motto for the next 40 years and beyond.

Thank you for indulging me. It’s the best present ever. Except maybe chocolate.

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Rebecca Coleman

Social Media Marketing Strategist, Blogger, Author, Teacher, Trainer. Passionate foodie, mom to Michael, fueled by Americanos. I love my bike. Soon-to-be cookbook author. Localvore with a wanderlust.

Comments 8

  1. Happy Birthday. I too will be hitting the big 4-0 feeling an uber-grateful, hey there’s food in the fridge state. It’s interesting creative and business wise how everything has seem to led to this year and I’m curious to see what happens next…

  2. Having hit 40 two years ago, I remember feeling much the same way you do. The forties really are a way to relax into who you are and to hit your stride. Enjoy.

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