Goddess intervened for me the week of my 40th and my hard drive crashed leaving me disconnected for almost a week. Certainly one of the best things that could have happened given my tendency to spend way too much time drooling over artists’ blogs. It was like quitting cold turkey and just what I needed to help me realize how much watching I was doing instead of doing. I started a pottery class with a friend the week of my birthday. I’m feeling a lot like my first pinch pot. Stretched, awkward, a work in progress, for sure. All of the old feelings of discomfort and wanting to quit surfaced, of course. Week two was a bit better. It really speaks to my need to learn how to play again. And to jump in and just try new things instead of thinking about it and watching others. I’ve heard from many friends in their forties that it’s been a time when they stop caring so much about what other people think, they finally feel comfortable in their own skin and know themselves. It makes a lot of sense. Time is passing so quickly and I don’t want to live with regrets. The fact that the first signs of Spring have peeked into the world this week has been a visual reminder of the new beginning that turning 40 represents for me. It truly feels like a rich, verdant new phase fertile with so many amazing possibilities.