Monday, July 25, 2011

Celebrating Myself

I'm celebrating myself this week.

You see, I turn 40 on Wednesday. 4-0. The big one. I can hardly believe it. I still feel so young!

This isn't about me as a mom, me as a wife, a daughter, sister, aunt, or neice. No - this is just about me. Dionna. The person. The individual.

So, I've decided to celebrate myself this week. If you knew me, you'd know that I don't often allow myself to be totally pampered. I'm practical. Concerned about finances. Always looking at the big picture. I often focus on my flaws instead of my attributes. My weaknesses instead of my strengths. What I should have said, instead of what I did say. I'm pretty hard on myself - expecting a lot. Always trying to improve.

But I've decided that because I'm facing a milestone in my life - I'm going to start it out right. I'm going to focus on the good, the blessings, and the special gifts that God has created within me. I'm going to treat myself to some luxury. I get to go to a Spa this week! I've always wanted to do that. I'm so looking forward to the massage, pedicure, and manicure! Time - for - me.


I'm going to celebrate my life. Where I've been and where I'm going. 

I ran the below article in my June "Emphasis On Moms" newsletter and wanted to share it with my blog readers for it resonated with many women.

We are blessed. Each year that we turn another year older is a blessing. For we are alive. And God still has plans for us. So let's celebrate life! OUR life.

~ Dionna




I’m Turning 40

Why is it that men seem to age so much more gracefully than women? An older man who takes good care of himself looks dashing, debonair, and handsome. A woman struggles with looking too young or “made up.” And things are much more apparent on a woman that they are sagging and drooping!

It’s so unfair.

I will be 40 this summer. I’m not quite sure how I feel about it. I always promised myself that I would never be a woman who would hide her age. Ask me, I’ll tell you how old I am. But then this last Winter my daughter told me I was “old.” And “ouch” – that hurt.

I don’t feel old. Not always, anyways. I feel young for the most part. I enjoy wii “Just Dance” and love to find a cool top in the juniors department. Yet I do not have the physique for skinny jeans anymore and would look simply ridiculous wearing other young and hip styles.

I’m in transition.

My mind feels young yet at times, my heart feels like an old soul. I’ve been through “stuff.” Good stuff, bad stuff – hard stuff – fun stuff. I feel excited for life and am ready for new opportunities and adventures to come my way, but I tire easier and if I don’t stretch my joints regularly, I really feel it.

Age. It’s a curse and a blessing at the same time. It’s something you can’t fight so you might as well go with the flow as gracefully and graciously as you can! That’s my motto anyways.

I read someone’s blog once, (and I do apologize that I can’t remember whose it was) who had a beautiful article about how they were going to “twirl” into their 50’s. I LOVED it. That’s what I plan to do into my 40’s. Twirl.

I plan to smell the flowers more, laugh deeper, embrace the new that God brings my way, love, and live. I plan to slow down when I can and run with abandon when I can. I want to take care of myself – the best- that – I – can.

None of us is promised tomorrow. I can dream of my tomorrows and plan for them the best I know how, but they are not promised to me. They are a gift each morning when I open them up.  And I don’t want to waste them.

I don’t want to stress too much over things I have no control over. I don’t want to get worked up over things that are going to happen despite my attitude and feelings regarding them. I want to pick my battles and wage my wars with wisdom – and –integrity.

I will no longer be considered a “young” mom. But a middle-aged woman. How that happened while I just blinked, I’ll never know. But it’s not as if God didn’t warn me. “Life is but a vapor,” He promised.

I plan on enjoying this vapor of mine. I plan on redefining vitality as I age. With elegance, class, and hopefully, love and life.

So I’ll be 40. Okay. It’s a rite of passage. One I plan on owning with a smile.

2 comments:

BARBIE said...

You, my dear, are beautiful. And you will walk into the 40's with grace and charm. I am 45 and well, I think the grace and charm is disappearing. Or, at least I have to work harder at it. Enjoy your day of pampering!

Dionna said...

Oh, Barbie! Thank you so much. I really value your sweet words - they mean a lot. I pray I can live up to them.

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