When my father turned sixty he told me that the weird thing with getting older is that he mentally always stayed 30. I don’t know yet how this is for me. But when I saw these pictures the other day I was confronted with the fact that somewhere in the last year I became a women. My youth is totally behind me. It belongs to my children now, who are so big and wise already. And you now what? I think I am ok with not staying 20 or 30, with riping, with saying goodby to that feeling that life is but a promise, that everything is yet to come. I’m halfway and so far so good, it has only become better and more exciting and to be honest, I have never felt so happy to be me as I do at 38.


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