Yesterday, I turned 50 years old. Other than a number, I have no idea what that really means.
I suppose when I think back to what I would have pictured my life to be at this age, not one thing that I had imagined would exist for me now does.
I’m not a multi-millionaire.
I’m not celebrating my long-term marriage.
I’m not an international Super Model.
I’m not a world-renowned Fashion Designer.
I’m not the owner of a Record Label.
When I think about it in the context of where I expected to be, I realize that my life, THIS life that I have lived has never been about THINGS. Heck, on more days than I can count, my life hasn’t even been about ME.
As I stand on the peak of 50, looking down over the scattered remains of all the years past, I can proudly look UP over the peak and see the years to come as each of those scattered puzzle pieces align to create a complete picture of my time on earth.
For every loss.
For every tear.
For every disappointment.
For every heartache.
I am TRULY thankful.
For every trial.
For every challenge.
For every failure.
I am stronger.
I am wiser.
I am better.
I have been refined.
I. AM. ME.
And for everything that I DON’T have: I suffer no lack.
I have an ABUNDANCE of love, joy, happiness, peace & purpose: things that all the money in the world can’t ever buy.