I Just Turned 40, And I’m Ready To Honor The Gifts From My Age.
I turned 40 and I’m kicking ass.
I’m promising myself the richness of the world, ready to fill my pockets with the desires, wishes and wants of my heart and soul.
I’m writing wicked goals, dreaming big, taking risks with nothing to fear.
I’m planning to visit all those places I have always wanted to go and meeting all those faces I want to see. Re-encountering with those who left a mark on me.
I’m creating a vibrant, marvelous life, using silver strokes over golden canvas. Smearing paint of all colors over my body. I know I am blessed and I’m the chosen one, the one who was chosen to be happy. I chose and I choose myself from now on, each day.
I’m announcing my awesomeness and I will believe it this time with no excuses. I’m going to own myself completely without giving percentages of me to others. I am my own person.
I’m honoring this temple I live in by dusting and decluttering every room, getting rid of any regrets and resentments. Just watch me reach the 50s walking like a queen. The one who defeated shame and guilt for her empire.
I wear a crown of light and rule by my heart, loyal follower of peace and what’s right, what respects and honors other beings and spaces.
I’m not idealizing anyone, I’m my own ideal. I’m becoming the woman I always wanted to be but got distracted looking at other places and faces, now the focus is back at me with eyes full of the fire of love.
I put my arms up, reaching up high. Then I bow to the Universe and shout Thank You at the top of my lungs. I gently hold my heart, thank it for each beat, realizing I have a finite number of beats and breaths that I’m not wasting anymore. I walk proud, chin up, trusting and loving my heart and my guts.
I’m wiser, with a more interesting character, gifts from my age. I worship my higher self and walk my path humbly with the passionate rhythm of my inner soul.
Full of gratitude I let love win over fear. I am 40, sometimes hurt but alive with open eyes, savoring the scents of the earth, feeling the fresh mud on my feet while facing the sun, soaking in water under the moon, enchanted by the stars.
No one can step over me because I’m rising high. I yield to the haters, let them pass by. I stick to the dreamers and lovers, marching in step beside them to a peaceful place, waving a flag of love and tolerance. I sing songs of compassion without caring for pauses or pace. I breathe deeply, filling my lungs, and then I let go.
I raise my glass full and a half of glory and joy celebrating my 40th year, dancing to the occasion with flowing moves, committing firmly to always be myself, existing in the present, living in the way I’m meant to live.
Adriana Arzeta is a passionate Mexican artist and community worker who was adopted by Canada 11 years ago. The culture shock, the experiences in a less sexist and more free life, and a loving and fantastic Universe, gave her the chance to finally own herself and play the main role/protagonist in the story of her life. She is growing older and wiser, and is a crazy dancer, mother of two humans and two canines. Adriana surfs the waves of life with enthusiasm, compassion and acceptance. She avoids any judgmental tides to keep away from drowning., as she knows that’s just her own insecurities floating around. She paints every day, loves, plays, works hard, and fights against depression in Kamloops, BC.