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Momma Needs A Makeover
Goodbye Twenties...Hello Wisdom?
The night before my thirtieth birthday, I called my friends and mourned the loss of the ability to say “I’m in my twenties”. We talked about where we were twelve years earlier, what has happened since then, and how close, or far, we are from where we wanted to be. Suffice it to say that most of us are not quite following our original ten year plans! It has really given me some food for thought. I know that I got derailed a scant year and half after graduation when I foolishly thought I had my hormones in check. Turns out I was not as strong as I thought I was. Being scared, more so than I could ever recall being scared in my life, I scrambled to make things right in my life. Being naïve and unprepared, my actions, or rather reactions, were made hastily and not thoroughly thought out.
My life may not be what I had in mind for myself back in high school, but I am making adjustments. Being older, and hopefully a smidgen wiser, I figure now is good time to reflect on where and who I am now, and where I want to be next. This is the year I reinvent myself. The year I take stock of what is actually available to me now, what will never be, and what I have the power to attain. This also includes my personal and physical health. I feel that I no longer have the time to waste on ‘quickie’ weight loss gimmicks, get well shortcuts, or anything else that is designed to supposedly make my dreams come true swiftly with little or no effort by me.
I do enjoy the satisfaction that comes from completing a task on my own. The dirtier my hands get, the more productive I feel. That being said, my energy level is not what it used to be and it will take a good deal of self control and perseverance to keep myself in check. Keeping my eyes on the goal should help but I anticipate a year full of frustration, aggravation, headaches, sweat, tears, and the sweet taste of success. It is my plan to tackle my goals head on and report in from time to time on how well, or poorly, my efforts have paid off. Now that I got that off my chest, it is time to get off my arse and get to it!