It's my last day.
It's the very, very last one...
...at being 36.
Strange, but when I turned 27 it was one of the worst days of my life. Probably since at 17, I had for whatever reason, projected out my life for the next 10 years & by the time those 10 years were up, my life was NOTHING as I had predicted.
There was no beautiful home on the lake with the piano studio. There was no "skinny me" with 2 children (boy & girl, of course). There was also no fabulous husband with the business career who swept me off my feet. I had made none of it happen, so at 27 I felt like a failure.
So it's 10 years later & tomorrow I'll be 37. I'm not as depressed this time as I was 10 years ago. I DO have the fabulous husband who constantly sweeps me off my feet & makes me feel like the most loved woman in the world. Instead of 2 children, I have 2 grandchildren that I adore. I don't have the beautiful home on the lake I'd envisioned, although we're planning on moving to a city that has the word "Lake" in it. I'm also still not "skinny me", and there's nothing more to say than that.
What's the secret to each year feeling completely happy or at least satisfied & calm with where your life is at?