“Who are you?”
My friend of many years said this to me, just a few months ago. And, she didn't mean it in a negative way. She was saying that she didn’t recognize who I'd become.
“Seriously…who are you, Deanna?” she went on… “Because, whatever this change is...can I just say that I'm loving it…?”
Yeah. Me too.
This is an amazing season. I wish I had entered it years ago although I’m not sure it would have been possible. Maybe it would have been if I could have found a therapist like Melissa Richards, sooner. But the older aspect? Well, being older only comes through…aging.
Could I have learned these lessons without more life experience?
I don’t know.
I do know this -- some of this is not about being adopted.
There’s something that happens when you enter your forties, that seems to be common. And I hear it becomes even fiercer in your fifties, though I’m not there yet. My friends who are there tell me to buckle up, hold on to the bar and get ready!
There's this “thing” that happens to you as your body begins to change -- so do a lot of other things. You tend to not give a rip about things you used to freak out about. In mid-life, a new-found confidence seems to indwell whereby you can finally face your worst fears in order to live true.
Maybe it's that you have less time to face them, and you are more cognizant of that, daily...I don't know.
I know this. There are things I have done the last year that I would have never done, in my young adult adoptee life.
