Last year, I started a separate blog called Surviving 39. I planned to journal throughout the year while discovering myself through relationships, exercise, spirituality and mental challenges, intending to strengthen my brain.
That lasted all of a few days.
Because around the same time, it occurred to me that everybody wanted something. When I reached out to a trainer to get in shape, he wanted 100 percent commitment. Certain relationships required more than I could give and those mental challenges? Classes and activities had expectations I couldn't live up to. Yet, at the same time, I still had three small children (with their own needs, school, 14 hours a week of therapy, etc.), a husband and a freelance career that also assumed my attention would remain undivided.
Everyone got a piece of me -- except me.
So I dropped that blog as quickly as I created it. I knew that in order to survive, something had to give. And why should it be my sanity?
So here I am, 40 days before I turn 40. Do I regret the past year? Hell no. I've actually been able to somehow find a little more balance, if not in my life, in my head.
Do I make time for me?
Have I worked out and dropped the 15 pounds I gained?
Do Jeff and I have regular date nights?
Not a chance.
Am I taking yoga, photography or dance classes?
But I'm waking up with a fresh perspective and optimistic attitude every single day of my life. Something I had lost over the past few years.
To commemorate my upcoming monumental milestone, I present...
40 Lifetime Lessons Learned in 40 Years
#40 Often times, breathtaking beauty is found not in the grand, long-planned occasions, but in those everyday, mundane moments.
As revealed in this ordinary tree that stops me in my tracks each morning as I back out of the driveway.