Thursday, September 2, 2010

Transition and Growing up...

Hello Again,

In anticipation of my fortieth birthday I began trying to take better care of myself  a few years ago.  When my husband and I married we both smoked,       A LOT!!  On our one year anniversary we quit.  While there have been a few minor slip ups, mostly on his part I might add, (sorry to out you honey) we are both still smoke free.  The following year we began taking walks.  What an adventure - At first, it took us 45 minutes to walk around the block! We huffed and puffed the whole way, but we stuck with it, even when it was really cold out.  Another year has gone by, and we continued to walk and began to eat healthier.  We have both lost weight and feel a lot better.    We can now easily walk 3-4 miles at a time.  I am very proud of us. I wonder,  have I been subconsciously preparing myself for this time I now have to improve myself mentally.  Maybe?
Funny, I always thought I was pretty great!  No, seriously there is always room for improvement right?!  I find as I get older I think about politics and the world as a whole and all those serious things I used to think only my Dad thought about.  Could it be, I really am an adult?!  Up until now I have never really thought of myself as grown up. This I find amusing because my whole life I felt like I was 30.  My Mom says I have an old soul.  When I turned thirty I could not have been  happier - I was finally going to feel my age. Or so I thought.  My thirties brought me a lot changes, the first half bad, the second half good.  Let's just call them the transition years.  I guess the transition is over.  I am all grown up now.  And you know what?  I do feel different. I am excited, and happy, and nervous with anticipation.
I am sure my forties will also bring a lot of change.   I feel more prepared somehow.  Like I can handle whatever comes my way.  Hey, I kind of feel like Wonder Woman right now.  Life is constantly changing, and it seems just when you figure out how to stand up, something comes along and knocks you down.  I no longer mind being on the ground. In fact, I kind of like the view.   I think I have learned that it's not about how well or how long you stand on your own two feet, but how you handle it when you fall.
Thanks for reading!

Wonder Woman

1 comment:

  1. "A saint is just a sinner who falls down and gets back up."