42 is just a number...

in my life. I'm struggling through some things right now. My mind does terrible things to me at times. I'm not maudlin because I'm aging; however, my eyesight is in the dumps and my wrinkles and gray hairs increase exponentially. ha! I just become increasingly introspective around this time every year.
I recently said to someone that our 40's are for figuring out why we are the way we are and focusing on the life lessons that spring from our experiences. That IS a good thing but difficult as well. As I wade through what little is left of my father's life, I am grateful I learned some important life lessons. I don't think he ever did. He never learned how to live in this world. He was gifted at many things, full of potential. He let life eat him up. He never made those hard choices in life. He let his bad choices lead his life for him.
I've made some horrible choices. Maybe you have, too. But I always knew there was more to me than my bad choices. I learned I could recover from my bad choices if I just did the next right thing. It's a joke in recovery that the world would be a better place if everyone had to go through a twelve step program. Personal responsibility, accountability, service to others before self. These are all lessons I'm grateful for. Peace~