In three weeks, your girl 1969 will turn 39. Did you hear that? Thirty-nine years old.

In my 39 years, I have learned lots of lessons. Some were easy to learn and crystal clear from the onset. Others I learned by getting my azz kicked, being dragged through the mud or getting stomped on. Either way, I learned them and guess which ones I remember the most? Yup, the ones that hurt.

Unfortunately, you have to go through painful experiences to gain the wisdom and strength you need to move your life forward. There is no growth without overcoming obstacles. That’s what life is all about.

A friend of mine has been helping his younger sister plan her wedding to a man that she loves. The family is not thrilled with her selection for a mate. He is a ne’er do well. Goes from job to job. Not always supportive, etc. They have all tried to talk to her but she loves him. Their wedding was scheduled for this weekend. Seems that they had an argument last night and her fiancee pushed her and she flipped over her couch. She immediately called the police and had him arrested. Wedding canceled.

God throws pebbles and when you ignore them….he will eventually throw a ROCK. Amen?

Sometimes, we question why things happen when we know that there are always warning signs. Arguably, we probably ignore them or don’t pay attention.

As I get older, I am learning to focus on stuff that I question. When I feel it in my gut that it’s wrong…I am doing a better job at cutting ties, walking away or focusing my energies in a different area.

39. Not really old. But too old for DRAMA.