It is so much easier to recall one's childhood years than to spend re-telling the adult ones . As adults , we make choices that are for mature audiences only , many times opting for the x-rated version .
So how do we tell the story of our life ? The story of the most important years that have led us to where we are now . How do we describe the times that caused the most pain ? The first eighteen years I wrote in three chapters . The rest ? Well , there is enough material here to keep this blog going for years .
Life becomes messy as adults . There are many curves and dips and never ending winding roads . We can only revisit a patch at a time . Only when we are ready . We live , we make mistakes , we learn and we move one .
My twenties were ugly and not a place where I want to stay visiting for long . Four children were born during that time , but only two came along for the rest of my journey .
My thirties were spent making all the wrong decisions in my personal life as well as my financial . If I had to choose a time where I could go back and change things : this would be it . On the other hand , if I did , would I be where I am today ?
I often ponder that question , but never for long . I have always been a person that adapted well to change . Well , at least I have until this next chapter . . . the now chapter .
Have a Blessed day everyone .
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