The Seasons of One's Self

It's not like I have some huge fan base that follows my blogs anymore, but I enjoy rereading posts I've wrote from years past. It's like an online journal that doesn't get lost just because your computer crashes. That being said your pictures are always here too. 

I'm turning 40 this year, and it's bothered me since the ball dropped on Jan. 1st. I didn't make New Year resolutions or anything I just kept thinking about that 40th birthday. I've set things in motion for years trying to fix my health, marriage, career, broken bridges, etc. and for the life of me none of these things have ever made huge advances forward. Some unfortunate events have happened in my life recently that I wouldn't wish on my worst enemy, and I didn't have a chance to over analyze them so I just kept pressing on. It seemed that "all of a sudden" things were falling into place. The irony of it all is quite simple the bottom could fall out again tomorrow and I will be fine. Even if everything falls apart and I start over from scratch I will make it somehow. I may not have accomplished what I thought I should have by 40, but what I have accomplished I didn't know I wanted. I accomplished the ability to rise from the ashes time and time again.

This is a photo of the deer coming in looking for food on our apple tree last week. There are things in life that still to this day leave me with wonderment and amazement. It was breathtaking.