I sometimes feel our history with our finances mirror the story of an addict. You hit rock bottom, you sober up. You work really, really hard towards getting your act together. Sometimes there are set-backs. Other times, you fall completely off the wagon and are in full crises mode once again. But eventually…hopefully…there is recovery. Long lasting recovery.
Gosh, when I was 16, forty was Old! Not just old…but Ooooooooooold. And here I am, not just forty, but on the upswing to fifty. At the time I am writing this, I will be celebrating my 47th birthday next week. It’s almost incomprehensible to me. And it makes me appreciate the cliché that, age is just a number. I get it now. Like, I really, REALLY get it. I would never go back to twenty. Or even thirty for that matter. Because, for me, life really started getting exciting at forty.