Today is my birthday. I’m 39.
I’ve been thinking all day about what I should write to mark the final year of my 30s. I’ve started and deleted several posts during the day. From quick lists to long ramblings about this and that.
Then, my husband and son took me out for lunch, and on the drive home a song came on the radio. A song I don’t think I’ve heard in years – One Moment In Time by Whitney Houston.
And by the time we pulled up on the driveway, and the song was coming to its final crescendo, I was in tears.
Not ones of sadness, but ones of joy and realisation; because it felt like it was the anthem to my 39th birthday, like I was meant to hear that song, in that one moment in time (yes, I went there!)
I want one moment in time
When I’m more than I thought I could be
When all of my dreams are a heartbeat away
And the answers are all up to me
One of the things on my Forty Before 40 list is to finally learn that I am good enough. And it is starting today. No if, buts, or maybes.
This is the year that I’m seizing my life for all that it is worth.
And that is what turning 39 means to me.