It’s been a while since I blogged, I miss it. The pure joy of writing and sharing my thoughts is something that is harder to find time for since my family of two grew to three. I turned 40 this year and the view from my porch swing is very different from when I started this blog 10 years ago. First of all, I still don’t have a porch swing! But that is OK, there is still time😊 I became a mother last year and am currently chasing around a strong, bright 20-month-old little girl named May. With motherhood and 40 happening almost at the same time for me, I can say with certainty that my outlook and expectations have defiantly changed. For the next decade, I plan on seeking out more meaningful relationships. I want to raise my daughter to be strong, confident and safe. I want to find the value in people and surround myself with those who bring out the best in me. It took me 40 years to get here to this spot, and I am so grateful for all I have.
Turning forty for me unearthed long-lost memories of childhood and oodles of reminiscing. I am a Bicentennial baby and grew up in a relaxed spirit of orange and brown hues. Phones were attached to walls with long tangled up cords. We had wallpaper in our kitchens and green ovens and dishwashers. I played spotlight after dark. I road my bike on busy roads to Baskin Robbins Ice Cream, by myself. I sat in the front seat of my dad’s car without a seat belt, my suntanned legs sticking to the vinyl. I ran barefoot to the pool on hot summer nights wearing a towel as my cape. At 14 I snuck out after dark to meet neighborhood friends for teenage shenanigans toilet paper in tote. How I made it to 40 alive growing up with so much freedom to think and grow is a miracle right?
My young adult generation was the first to get email addresses at college and hear the words “You’ve Got Mail”. We were the first to carry cell phones to work and text our best friends for dinner plans. By the time I was twenty-five I was on my third job, I had lived in three different cities and was waitressing at night to make ends meet. I was finding my place in this world and that was OK. My generation works hard and if we were smart, learned to throw out the checklist and do it our own way. We accommodated the world somehow while everything was changing around us like media, music, and most of all how we communicate.
|Recent Anniversary Trip to Mentone, Alabama|
At 40 I recently have found myself reverting back the simpler ways in which I was raised. I think this is normal around mid-life to sometimes take a step back instead of trying to move forward to keep up the pace. I seem to remember my grandparents talking about simpler times. I am still young and feel young, yet I don't want to be too young anymore. I am in a stage where my family comes first, my child is my world, and my husband is my best friend. I work hard, I sleep less, and I love even harder. I try to be strong and steadfast and not waste any time. My friendships are fewer but more valuable than ever. The lessons I learned and mistakes I made in the past make me smarter and quicker. I am grateful for 40 and the journey I took to reach this milestone.
I thought it was a good time to share these thoughts now that we are nearing the end of 2016. I am so happy and thankful for my family, my career and my friends who all continue to support and guide me through this thing called life. Here’s to a new year and hopefully more blogging!!
|May Louise born March 2015|