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Milestones


Milestones are interesting.  

They are a marker in time.  
A stopping point.  
A time for evaluation & reflection.

40 years on this Earth.  
It seems like a lot of time & yet…
often it feels like those forty years just gave me a start on the path.  
They were my learning and growing years.  My trying on and figuring out years.  

Lots of contemplation & frustration.  
Lots of wonder & growth, but lots of inner struggle over who I am and how I want to live.  

Growing older can be a tough road for some.  For me, it has been a journey to find & stay true to my inner truth, my inner core.  40 years of experiences that have given me a lot of perspective & understanding into my place, my gifts, my beliefs. 

I feel like this milestone has given me permission to move forward with less angst and more trust.  Less questioning and more knowing.  

I want to thank those 40 years for their patience as I worked to find myself-find out what I like, what I need, how I want to be.  I am committed to moving ahead knowing that I have the strength & courage to make choices that are “right” for me now.  

Thank you 40 years.  
You grew & shaped, you waited & pushed.  You knew I needed time to work through it all & you offered wonderful opportunities to help me find my way.


Let's chat.


Are you facing a milestone soon or is there a big transition in your future?  
Are any revelations rising about your journey to this point in time?
 What do you feel grateful for as you turn the page?

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