It sits lightly on me.
I like the forty six year old me. She is happy and fulfilled, with so much personal growth. I don’t miss having the younger body because the younger soul that inhabited it was struggling so hard, so much of the time.
These days I feel as though I have a 3 dimensional presence rather than just a 2 dimensional aspect. I have more depth, more resources, more appreciation and more clarity.
In honour of my birthday I am instituting a new tradition – making my guy kiss me forty seven times (a kiss for each year of my age, plus one to grow on). He will get chapped lips if we are together until ninety, as we both hope to be.
Life is sweet. Roll on 47.