Saturday was my birthday and in some ways it amuses me that I turned 43. Many people are shocked at that fact – until they see me when I first wake up, wrinkles and puffy eyes in full force.
I loved my 30’s, so I wasn’t particularly scared of turning 40 – until all my health problems started happening. Now, I am just more determined to get things in order and get back to life.
People often say that Bryan and I “do so much.” Which I suppose is true in some sense, but we also don’t “do” a lot of other things. We don’t belong to a softball league. We only watch TV shows after they are compiled up on Netflix. We definitely do not get up early.
We stay up late, and we go out often.
So it probably seems like we “do more,” when really, we feel like our 40s have slowed us down a bit.
OK, me in my 40s have slowed us down.
But I am getting better. My diabetes numbers continue to improve and I hope the weight I put on while sick will eventually come off too.
Sure, I nap like we have a baby in the house again, but I would rather do that and feel better, and get out there – than not.
For my birthday, I had good wishes come in from around the globe and it reminded me how lucky I am. To have such dear friends near and far, and – yes – be able to “do more.”
Here’s hoping this year I get to do even morer.