My son-in-law just turned 33. When I wished him a happy birthday, he didn't seem overly thrilled about getting older. I informed him that 33 was going to be the best year of his life. He looked at me skeptically, so I proceeded to explain.
When I was a young girl I remember my mother always telling me that 33 was the prime of life. According to her, that's when your body and mind are at their peak -- apparently, you'll never feel better. She was even convinced that in the resurrection, we'll all be 33!!
So, I grew up with the idea that when I turned 33 it was going to be the best year of my life. And you know what? It was. Probably just because I had told myself for so many years that it would be, so at some point I began to believe it. I think if we believe something long enough, we start acting like it's true, whether it is or not.
Well, the point is.....next month I turn 50. YIKES! I have been dreading this for a long time. But according to what I believe, I'm going about it all the wrong way. I should be telling myself that 50 is going to be the best year of my life. Since I'm getting such a late start, I'm going to have to do some pretty serious convincing to actually start believing it. So I've done what every sane person does. I've put a poster on my fridge with my latest positive affirmation.
Here's hoping it works!
Dixie
6 comments:
Very Oprah of you! I love it.
Hey, 50 has nothing on you! ;)
love it too! I am now looking forward to 33 :)
50 will definitely be a great year! Definitely.
Ha. I saw "Cindy Anderson" and thought it was someone I know from up here. I thought, "I didn't know she read my blog." When I clicked on your name it showed Eagle Mountain, and then I clued in -- you got married and changed your name!!!!
I will be 33 next year. And oh my, it scares me. Thanks for lessening the fear.
p.s. I meant to mention in the previous post that I will be heading to Rexburg next week if you want me to deliver some goods. Unless, of course, you are going for Conference as well...
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