It’s the 1st June 2012! This means that in two weeks and 1 day I will be joining the naughty forties club! *gulp* I actually can’t believe it, where has the time gone?? Forty doesn’t sound so bad? Right? Ten years till I turn 50! Holy crap balls! Half way to 80! Double holy crap balls!
So I’ve seen that it seems to be a blogging tradition that before one approaches a birthday you should write a to do list, the length of which should be your current age. That would mean that mine would be 39 before 40. But those of you who have been reading my blog for the last 4 years will know, I’m not a list kinda gal!
I don’t need a list to be organized. I don’t need a list to set myself personal goals. I don’t need a list to get things done. I don’t even write to do lists at work. I’m just not that kind of person. I like to think of myself a a Do-er. A go-getter. A person of action, I’m far less about being a wind bag and far more about deciding to do something and then getting it done. When I set my mind on something or make a decision about something, I do it quickly and then I act quickly. I will admit that my quick decision making and quick actions can sometimes have disastrous results but that’s just who I am. But it’s part of what makes my life interesting and it’s what makes me quirky!
You’ll recall that at the beginning of the year I wrote that 2012 would be my year of action. And I was thinking about that this morning because really the word: action, kind of sum’s up the type of person I am. It’s how I have always lived my life. In fact the only time I haven’t been a person of action was during the post adoption depression syndrome that saw me frozen for most of 2010 & 2011.
2012 had so far been a fabulous year for me, the year I turn 40. It has indeed been a year of action, with lots of exciting things happening. From the sale of our house and our move to our dream home, to starting up Trinity Heart and turning my passion for the subject of adoption into a labour of love in supporting other people walking a similar path to mine.
So what do I hope for the remainder of this year? I only have ONE hope, dream, ambition…. I’d love to be blessed with a second child. I’d love to see Ava become a big sister and Walter become a father of two and me a mother of two.I wrote previously about the decade of my 20’s, with the idea that I’d write a blog posting dedicated to my 30’s and then I just never got around to it. I will say this about my 30’s…. Life for me, really did begin in my 30’s. I spend the better part of a decade going through the various stages of grief. Grief over our infertility and recurrent pregnancy loss. From denial, anger, bargaining, depression and finally acceptance. When I found the acceptance of the hand I’d been dealt, life became far easier for me and I started to really enjoy life again and find pleasure in
a bottle of wine the simplest of things.