Everything I Needed To Know I Learned In My 40th Year

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I'm 41 now, and this past year, I learned a lot. Mostly in the last few months. Call me slow; it took four decades to figure out some stuff most of you probably already know (about yourselves, or about me).

But some of the lessons are quite paradoxical, as I saw once I began scribbling them down. Two sides of the same coin. I had hoped to list out my lessons in a post on December 31 and call it good, but now we're looking at a series, in order to get at all angles.

A word on self-awareness: I'm not a fan. At least of the public kind--a part of me is convinced that in the same way that no cashier cards me anymore, and no one is a bit surprised when I tell them my age, you do not care what I learned this year. But another part of me knows that some of what I've finally put together mentally is universal. So that's my only goal here--in this wrap-up and in this blog: relating to you. Hoping to trigger some of these same revelations in you.

And a word on December: Busy. Man, it's busy. But I blog best when life is moving right along, and it's a good excuse to say goodbye to this year by writing about it. You're busy, too, which is why I appreciate you waving alongside me, as well. Bye bye, 2011; thanks for the good time.

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  1. AnonymousDecember 6, 2011 at 9:04 PM

    Goodbye to 2011 already? We've got some days left still. . .but I know what you mean by busy December. I hate full calendars. I love open afternoons and evenings and lots of time for tea. Someday Christmas will slow down just a bit.

    Have a good one. And don't you think, that every year that passes, you just get a bit happier and more content, all in all, I mean? I feel that way. Of course I'm not quite forty yet. Hee hee.
    Kim

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  2. shannonDecember 7, 2011 at 12:21 AM

    i totally look forward to hearing what you've learned this year! :)

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  3. Amy PhillipsDecember 7, 2011 at 2:24 PM

    Coming soon, Shannon!

    Happier and more content with each passing year? Uhhhhh.....no.

    I learn more and know less. I feel a certain sense of maturity settling in, but at the same time, the more I learn, the more I realize I don't know anything. Theoretically one could settle into that realization and be content, but it doesn't always happen here.

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