I follow a web-site called Magic in the Backyard (http://magicinthebackyard.wordpress.com/) which I love. She has a lot of writing ideas and suggestions; it is like Learn to Write 101 and Writing Encouragement 102. Every Friday is “Free Write Friday” where she gives a topic and guidelines for the “assignment”. I have participated in a few of them and always enjoy the challenge. Participants post on their own blogs and share the link on her page. It is a wonderful process and a great learning experience too. I enjoy watching as we all read the same assignment and everyone comes up with different ideas.
When Kellie introduced this week’s topic, Love Letters, I went UGH. But, something made me read anyway and it turned out that my initial impression was very wrong. I am so glad that I continued to read. Love Letters is an amazing project by Hannah Katy and her web-site is http://www.moreloveletters.com/. It is well worth a visit, especially if you like to write. This is something anyone can do, age doesn’t matter. Whether you are 10 or 90; we all have experience, strength and hope to share with others.
So, here is my love letter assignment and you may see more of these as time goes by!
This year you celebrate turning 50 and I pray that it will bring you peace.
At 20, I knew everything. There was no problem I couldn’t’ force to a satisfying solution. I was never satisfied but I lived with the results and was sure I had done well.
At 30, I had already known great disappointment and sorrow. My life seemed to spring forward and take me places I’d never expected. All those plans I had never seemed to materialize. I was still smarter than most people and learned how to please others instead of myself. I thought what others thought of me was more important than what I thought of me. I was completely lost and no longer knew who I was or what I even wanted anymore.
At 40, I learned that I was completely stupid. I knew nothing at all. This was the best thing that happened to me. Accepting that I knew nothing made me willing to learn, listen and grow. I allowed people who had “gone before me” to share their experience, strength and hope. And I listened to what they had to say, really listened. I was like a sponge soaking it all into my soul. I learned about a God that loved me, a savior that saved me and my right to worship as I pleased. And to allow others to worship as they believe. We don’t have to agree anymore, we can choose to be different and still love each other.
Now, mid-way through my 50s I am happy. The 50’s have been the most free I have ever felt. I am on yet another path of discovery, fine tuning what I have learned. I can be loving and selfish at the same time. I can say no when I don’t want things and yes when I do without wondering what others will think! I can wear clothes I like and not worry about fashion. Comfortable shoes, amazing! I can dress to the 9’s and I can look like a slob, it is my choice! I wear my hair the way I like and I know that none of those things matter anymore. Things are not what life is about.
I tell people, like you, that I love them. I show a stranger a kindness. I love hugs! If an act of kindness pops into my head, I follow through, just for the fun of it. I have learned to do the “’right thing” for the right reasons.
I am no longer afraid. I take risks. I have fun. I know what fun is! I dare to be different and go against the grain, in the kindest way possible.
I used to think being nice was being a doormat. Today, if I leave this world and people say I was nice it is the highest compliment I could receive. I am grateful for that.
I have been blessed beyond belief and love being 55! Welcome to the 50s, I hope you love it as much as I do.