The calendar turned over to another year this past week. Crazy, fast it seems just seems like 40 was yesterday.
Bombarded as usual with reflections and taking stock of my status in life. My whole adulthood has metamorphosed in roughly 4 year increments. From graduations, fires, cross country moves, career changes, broken hearts, marriage, loss through survival. 42 is the start of another 4 year cycle that I'm approaching with excitement and trepidation. Will this be the year that my health and weight will turn around? Is another life partner just around the corner? A career change in the works? School on the list?
Aspirations are high on all accounts. And finally I feel the inertia of merely surviving grief and building a foundation lifting. Energy is starting to flow forth with hope and purpose. With that in mind I need to sort out my priorities so my resources aren't burned up in scurrying in all directions.
Heres to 42 - the year that bravery, work, hope, focused intention and love will spring forth a new chapter.
P.S. Today is also the 8th anniversary of my first date with Chuck. That was the start of our lifetime together. Thank you for asking me out all those years ago honey - love Sweetie.