Turning 40 last year was a remarkable thing for me. As I turned 41 yesterday I spent some time on a hike reflecting not only on the past year, but really on my entire life.
I wondered what it was like to take that first breath. I wondered how my parents greeted me. I wondered when I first felt sadness. I wondered when I learned what doubt was.
I reflected on my life and on my soul’s purpose to be me. As if a movie was playing in my mind, I recalled events and people in my life that touched me in ways that I now realize were contracts. Contracts to teach or to receive. Contracts to love. Contracts to experience deep pain. Contracts to learn what compassion is.
As the movie continued I looked to the more recent year of my life and what it offered me. I know that for me, turning 40 meant empowerment. No longer shackled to the ideas of old beliefs, I blossomed. I released. I surrendered. I loved.
The tiny little me that came into this world to learn worth and to learn truth. Grateful.