Turning forty is notorious for causing folks to reflect about their lives. I suppose everyone deals with it in their own way, but I went for a trail ride. People told me Happy Birthday but the horses treated me the same as usual…so I know everything is going to be just fine.
I thought that today’s blog would simply say: I have been blessed, but as I typed the words it just didn’t seem to be enough.
I am not denying that I feel blessed, I feel it so strongly at times that my over whelming desire is to cry and point out that I am not worthy. I am especially prone to this when I hear of someone else struggling; a baby dies, someone has cancer, a car crash takes a life. It makes me weak to think about these things. But it also liberates me.
Why not live now? Why not try now? What if this is the only time I do have?
Some people may be inspired by that thought, but if viewed from another angle, I could argue that it is just a realistic statement.
I have frequently said that, when someone tells me they have been inspired by me, I consider it the highest complement they could give me…but it also humbles me. Sometimes it downright scares me. Because I am just me. And I am far from perfect. But I have been blessed.