Tonight was a first for me…I uttered the words, “I am going to turn 40 next week.”
As soon as those words tumbled out of my mouth, I realized that I had said something significant—turning 40 in a week suddenly became real to me.
Wow. 40, seriously? When did that happen? I still feel like such a kid. 40 seems so grown up and figured-it-all-out mature. I still call myself a girl, and cannot possibly believe that I am—dare I say it? Middle aged. (I’m sure the Metamucil is just around the corner…)
So, in honor of all of that maturity and wisdom, (ha!) I decided to start this blog. I have always loved writing, and cannot for the life of me write anything brief. Just ask my sister-in-law who sends one-word responses to my paragraph-long questions!
My fingers have been itching to write a blog since I became hooked reading my very first ones several years ago. (Rocks in my Dryer, Big Mama, Boo Mama, Pioneer Woman—I am patting my heart and smiling right now.) Up to now, I just never felt okay to start my own blog—time-wise. I understood that if I couldn’t get done what I was already doing, adding a blog was not a wise idea.
Remember that I am turning 40?
If a girl doesn’t follow her dreams by 40, when will she? I am celebrating turning 40 this entire year of 2010. I am hoping that turning 40 will be a new milestone, a new path for me. I want this to be the year I pursue my dreams, pursue those things that are good for me, and live a life with no regrets.
It’s a tall order for 40. But, honey, I am jumping in with a grin on my face, my arms flung out, and my eyes squeezed shut. Here goes nothing: