i am starting to believe that life at forty is when you begin to really understand nostalgia. You have lived long enough to look back and appreciate your experiences, question choices, take stock with what you have gained along the way, and can continue to look ahead at unfolding possibilities.
you have acquired some wisdom, weathered some loss, celebrated joys, and have gained a deeper appreciation for how you wish navigate your future. with what you have acquired, you've gained an understanding to the things you really need...your "must haves" and you give voice and action to those that no longer serve you - those you can shed - those you can politely step away from or those others you simply run from. you have gained a perspective to decipher and the confidence to take action.
also, at forty, i think you begin to appreciate a true sense of peace. you realize the healing power it holds to live with peace in your heart and your mind. you realize the companion it can be to lonliness, worry, health, creativity, or parenting. you seek moments to savor the sweetness it offers.
i do not proclaim to hold any answers here, just merely penning what i am noticing along the way. nothing is perfected nor should it be. life is not about perfection, rather its richness, vibrancy, and most meaningful lessons lie in the imperfections and our responses to them. a continual work in progress, that's what i aim for.