I turned 40 almost 2 months ago. I dreaded it. For some reason, I really grieved for the time I felt like I lost trying to figure out who I am and what I want in life. I felt like I lost nearly 20 years following a path I thought I should be following and then, finally, making my way to what feels like the path I was meant to be on all along.
And now, 2 months into this mysterious place called 40, I have no regrets. I would not be the confident, passionate, focussed person I am today, if not for the years I spent trying on different things to see what fit and what didn’t.
Tomorrow, I start working out with a physical trainer. My weight is my biggest challenge. It has been for 20 years. I am healthy and I want to stay healthy. It is hitting me hard in the pocketbook to hire a trainer but I needed to do it so that I can be held accountable and get to a healthy weight and stay there.
Wish me luck!
I’m starting to wonder if the reason I have stopped blogging so much is because I have made a shift in my life and am, with more frequency then ever before, saying what I need to say directly to the people I need to say it to. Even if that is the reason, I miss my blog and, good Lawd, this one needs an overhaul. Time for a new theme and prettying up the place.