Recently my sister turned 50 and it was very difficult for her. I'm not as nervous about this impending number but then again, I know we are all different. They say with age comes wisdom, well, today I'm 47. Did a fairy come at night and sprinkle books on my head while I was sleeping? Ah-ha! We found the culprit of my headaches! Surely I jest. I love my thirst for knowledge and although I don't feel 47, I still feel like I'm in my thirties, I finally feel like I'm in a place where I can speak my mind. I feel a freedom that is indescribable, but rest assured that I will not be doing anything that remotely resembles Lady Godiva, I'm not feeling THAT free!!
In Sandra Cisneros' poem "Eleven" she likens the ages that we have experienced to an onion that still remain inside of us. Some days you feel your age all 47 years but then others, the days when I'm with my nephews, I'm more like 12. Then there are days when I am curled up in a ball crying and I don't know if I'm 5 or 100, but then I have those times when I'm with my sisters, laughing and acting como una loca, I'm definitely 23 or maybe younger ;) We all do it.
Today is my day. Not out of selfishness but a celebration. I have reason to rejoice. I have overcome the demons, the depression, the pain, I have put up a good fight and I have made it through to another lap around the sun. I am thankful to my family for supporting me and my Heavenly Father for the strength that he gives to me each and ever day.
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