The Secret to Aging Gracefully.
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Ten years ago, I was turning 30, and life seemed pretty straightforward.
I did my thing. I had two young kids and a life fulfilled with their waking breath. I loved my kids with all my heart, energy and soul. I was complete, content in their constant presence. I lived in a place of isolation with swaying trees, immense fields and neighboring horses.
I felt whole; I did, even in the quiet chaos of my day.
Twenty years ago, I was turning 20, and wow, a world of possibilities was at my closed door.
I was in college, pursuing a degree that, in one way, felt like me, and in another, like the strangest path I could have chosen. It was a time of fighting the norm, of finding myself outside of the kid that I was. It was an interesting time of feeling free and me. I did have responsibilities, of course I did.
I had classes, and a job and a boyfriend. I had the pressure from myself to do well and be good. And of course, I was still the person concerned of what others thought of me, so I conformed to that in a way. But all in all, I was 20 and free, before the major bills and responsibilities took hold.
I also got married that year. It was all good though, because I was in control.
Thirty years ago, I was turning 10, a quiet girl with dreams in her mind.
It was a time of realizing I had a voice, even a quiet one. I remember quite clearly finding a voice that resonated within. It was a time of separating myself from my childlike self and hearing my own wants and needs. I had desires. I had wants.
It was also a time when my eyes started opening to the world outside my green house. There were stories and histories and futures made apparent to me. I was good. I was happy. I was loved.
Forty years ago, I wasn’t yet born.
I have no memory of the time. Instead I was a story waiting to be lived and told. Even though I was me, no one yet knew who me was. I was at the start of what was to be a very long and fabulous story.
Now I am 40, an age of wondrous possibilities.
I have never felt more alive, and with more endless possibilities than I do now. With forty years behind me, I am more knowledgeable, experienced, and connected to a power beyond anything I have ever known. I have learned a secret in these forty years and that is — life is a blank page.
My story continues, my life is open; my life is mine to write. And the best part is I fear no longer. I will be who I want, do what I want, live how I want. I am fearless. I am young. I am worthy.
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Rebecca Mckown is a storyteller, creator of magic and believer in self-truth. She has always had a story to tell through her words, sometimes loud and sometimes silent. Rebecca believes in a power that we all hold, waiting to be expressed and shared. Through her words, she hopes to communicate a belief in oneself and a power towards self-love and realization. She is also a spiritual life strategist, writer, creator, yogi, herbalist, chicken rancher, lover of life and kick ass spiritualist. She is a creator, not only of the word but of her own life. Within each tree, within each cloud, within each soul is a power waiting to be unearthed and lived. There is a breath within everything that is waiting to be exhaled. Rebecca believes in the exhales.
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