I hate to be a copy cat or anything, but after reading Mrs M's post Do You Let Your Children See You Cry? it jogged a thought or two about my sentiments on the subject. I know as a child, allowing people to see me cry was a huge weakness and only to be displayed for positive gain. You know, to incur feelings of guilt or invoke thoughts of brave little trooper. (But maybe that was just me?)
Anyway, this type of behavior carried on into my twenties, where I was happier than Pollyanna. No matter the situation, "they never saw me cry
I like to think of myself as a bit avant garde, not as a stodgy forty-year-old. As for traditional, I’ve run far and fast from that word ever since I realized that it has become an excuse for some Christians to operate under law instead of grace
What can I say? How many start over in their forties? Despite the "it's-all-downhill-from-here" mindset perpetuated by the folks of yesteryear...I'm finding the forties to be a time of new beginnings, realizations of dreams and more.
I'm now dusting off my cobwebs, growing up, joining the adult world and beginning to feel at home in my skin. (Admittedly ... there's more of said skin than there was at twenty-one... but I daresay that applies to most folks
The racing heartbeat has stilled, the frantic tapping of fingers striking keyboards has stilled all over the world. Husbands and wives are probably speaking again and single mothers and/or fathers once again have no reason to avoid their sometimes solitary duties.
To the confused ... I'm referring to the end of National Novel Writing Month. As much as I'd like to ring the chimes and triumphantly announce that I did it! Completed 50,000 words in thirty days ... alas, that is not the case. I completed all of about 4,000 words ... maybe and I have the nerve to not even feel guilty about it... LOL