That’s the way many of us, who come from households that struggled financially or are First Generation, are raised. We are constantly told that the only way we will ever have anything in life, is by working hard for it
The more I would read, watch the news, witness human interactions, the more I realized there were so many things I still didn’t understand. To the dismay of my childhood bullies, I’m not a know it all.
You see I’m a single mom. I need to keep that balance for my son. I need to show him that women are strong, intelligent, and chingonas. Women must be respected, heard, and appreciated. While making sure he is surrounded by strong men, that are in tune with their emotions, intelligent, and driven. As a solo parent, I have extra work. But luckily for me I have a village. I have men in my life that have stepped up and filled this role.
Have you ever wondered? Like have you ever sat there and wondered if whatever you really had or felt in the past was in fact, love? The above lines got me thinking, wondering, and envisioning. I sat in bed and decided that instead of contemplating my past, I would focus on what I wanted my Love Story to be.
Read on to find out why I’m both a bit skeptical and excited about turning 40. What I’ve learned so far, do I feel any different? What do I hope to gain from my 40’s and what my 30’s taught me. Most importantly, why my 30’s left me so exhausted.