G.aining O.nes D.efinition

Holy shit, dude.  I just woke up 40 today.

It's unbelievable, really.  

If this were an award show this is where I would thank God and everyone that has gotten me here.  I'd thank my mom and all of the chicken pot pies she has made and my best friends who are my soulmates for supporting me through all of the hard ass times and the good ass times and all the other ass times.

I would talk about how it's been such a revelation to see how my life could change by being a mom.  I would thank Ro for enriching my life and teaching me what real love feels like.  I would probably insert something witty about sleepless nights and the single mom life and joke about all the glasses of coconut water I've drank ('cause no matter how I try, I'm still not cool enough to drink wine at night.)

I would get into gaining ones definition of who they are and how time manages all things.  It teaches you that no matter how shitty/hard/fucked off things seem at the time, that you can always get past it.  40 years of life has taught me: TIME HEALS EVERYTHING!  EVERY.  SINGLE.  THING.  Not just a few things or those things from last Tuesday.  Literally everything.  

Right here I would insert quote that I love from Victor Hugo ... "Nothing is as powerful as idea whose time has come" and as the wrap up music was coming on, I'd be quickly trying to explain how we don't have to conform who we are to others standards and you are beautiful just like you are. All the good, the bad and the ugly -- just let it all hang out.  Let's stop masking who we are.  Stop hiding the pain.  Let's start healing.  Let's grow.  Let's build each other up.