Letter from the President: Hello, 4-0

It’s the end of my 30s as I know it, and I feel fine. I don’t think anyone who knows me well would be shocked to know that I almost drove myself crazy worrying about how I would spend my 40th birthday last Friday. I’m not even sure why I was so worried, but I resembled by late grandmother for a number of days, wrenching my hands and pulling my hair, thinking of spending the night staring in the mirror looking for new wrinkles.

Luckily, I did have the upcoming art auction to distract me some, but no one seemed to be surprised that I almost ruined my own surprise birthday party. I may have eventually known it was happening, but was still surprised at how many people were involved & showed up to share my day. Long story short, it was the best birthday ever, and I am incredibly fortunate that my friends accept me for the neurotic mess that I am.

With the new solar project for the trestle within grasp and our “new” executive director stepping up in her new role in the CYCA, I now see my new life in my 40s as a new beginning, and know that life is only getting better. A simple sign now hangs in my kitchen, given to me by a dear friend, that reminds me of how blessed I am.

“The heart is not judged by how much you love, but by how much you are loved by others.”  I’m a damn lucky gal.

–          June Hurt

Author: LampLighter

The voice of Cooper-Young, a vibrant, diverse neighborhood to live, work and play, in the heart of Midtown Memphis, Tennessee.

Share This Post On

Submit a Comment

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

You may use these HTML tags and attributes: <a href="" title=""> <abbr title=""> <acronym title=""> <b> <blockquote cite=""> <cite> <code> <del datetime=""> <em> <i> <q cite=""> <s> <strike> <strong>