There is a certain kind of confidence that just went onto overdrive. I mean I have always been confident...even when I wasn't. Being 50 is a kind of permission to amp up my badassery in a way that didn't occur to me in my 40s. Yes, I have fears... but right now I know them when they show up and I am not gullible to their seduction. My fears don't paralyze me anymore or cripple me. There are moments when I cry about all that is in front of me, but beyond that I have the tools to reign myself in.
Many of the dreams I held in my heart have found their way into existence. I've done a lot of things, but what I like most about myself is that I still have a dreamer's heart. I still think about what else I want to do. I still contemplate next steps and next course of actions.
God is still working with me. There is a fresh new wind blowing me toward a new direction.
My 50 is so magical.
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Congrats on your renewed confidence... things are only going to get better..!
50 = TRIUMPHANT!
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