I truly thought by the time I reached my mid years, I would have reached a point where I would truly be comfortable in my own skin and have my act totally together ... But, it hasn’t happened.
I thought by middle age and surely my freedom years, I would have stored enough great wisdoms from spiritual sources, life changing experiences, and the profound teachings of others within my spirit, and I would stop searching … But, it hasn’t happened ...
My most precious wish was that, by now, I would have settled down with a wonderful companion, compatible soul mate, and loving husband ... But, it hasn’t happened ...
I thought that by middle age all the baggage from my painful childhood—physical and emotional abuse—would be strictly in the past. Forgiven, forgotten, no more night terrors or nightmares … But, it hasn’t happened ...
I thought by this age I would have figured out all the ins and outs of keeping myself from giving too much, feeling too much ... But, it hasn’t happened ...
I thought by middle age, my life would be free of drama, chaos, friction, turmoil, and stress. But, it hasn’t happened ...
I thought by this time in my life I would have found my own personal niche, found a comfortable place where I truly felt without a shade of doubt that I truly belonged. But, it hasn’t happened ...
I thought by now I would have stopped constantly seeking the face of God, because I felt His presence sooooo strongly in my daily life. But, it hasn’t happened ...
One would think by now I would have given up hope of finding inner peace and serenity. But, it hasn’t happened ...
One would think by now I would have given up on myself because of all the horrible mistakes I have made in my life. But, it hasn’t happened ...
One would think by now I would have given up on my dreams, aspirations, and goals for a bright happy future ... But, it hasn’t happened ...
