This has been an interesting week for me. Last weekend was a long weekend for us. We didn’t get home from our adventure in Toronto until Monday evening, and that was after a stop at the hospital to meet the baby boy my sister had given birth to that day.
Work has been going along phenomenally well this week. I finally signed the papers that sealed the deal that I would be a full-time employee come Labor Day. I am very excited about working full-time again. Things on the work front have just “clicked” into place. I don’t dread getting up in the morning, I embrace it.
The people that have said that “life really begins at 40” are pretty much dead on. In my 20s I had no idea who I was. In my 30s I knew who I wanted to be. At 40, I feel like I’m the person I was meant to be.
The picture above is Earl and I enjoying brunch on the shores of Lake Ontario in Toronto last weekend. We walked along the paved trail and we talked about things that only lovers talk about. We reveled in the sun and lost ourselves in the shadows. I couldn’t ask for a better partner for this crazy thing we call life. He’s behind me no matter what I do, say or feel. When he said “I do” all those years ago he really meant it (as did I). I never forget how fortunate I feel.
We made new friends last weekend and we solidified growing friendships with others. We played with those that play like us. As we crossed borders, lines were blurred. We hung out and chatted with old friends this week. We drank with old friends that party like us. New family members made their appearance and old family members came to greet him. I stand surrounded by those the care for me and I stand and care for those that might need a piece of me from time to time.
I always believe that life is all about learning. And what I’m learning is that life is really and truly good.