A funny thing happened on the way through 40 – nothing went the way I planned. Well almost nothing. But considering the previous 20 years, it really shouldn’t have come as a big surprise. One of my favorite quotes is by Joseph Campbell and it’s “We must be willing to get rid of the life we’ve planned, so as to have the life that is waiting for us.” So you’d think that by now I’d get it, yet I keep designing these elaborate plans only to have them morph into something they were probably supposed to be anyway.
Let’s see, my plan to grow the biggest-bad-ass-est blog to ever hit the blogosphere (and retire at the age of 40.5 from the tremendous rush of advertisers and sponsorships,) morphed into a nice, quiet little blog which gets pretty good notice, decent traffic and most importantly has a following of phenomenal woman (and men) of all ages, from all over the world. Sweet.
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Editor’s Note: Happy New Year WAF! I took a couple of weeks off but I’m back in front of the old laptop (nope, didn’t get a new one for Christmas) ready to hear and share a new crop of stories from women at forty. What are your big plans for 2011? I’ve decided to write my plans in pencil, starting with my plan not to make resolutions. Sort of…
It’s taken me 40 years but this year, for the first time ever, I didn’t make any new year’s resolutions. Why? Because as far back as I can remember making them, I remember breaking them. Every one of them. Don’t get me wrong, I have made significant changes in my life over the years but very few of them, if any, came as a result of something I wrote on a piece of paper on December 31st.
That said, the start of a new year is a great time to take a life inventory, so I’m not knocking resolutions entirely. I’ve just decided to handle them a little differently.
For starters, no more sweeping declarations about what I am and am not going to do…blah…blah…blah. If I learned one thing in 2010 it was that the plans we often have for our lives, are just that – plans. Reality usually takes us in a completely different direction. So this year I’m taking advice from an unlikely source, Jon Bon Jovi, who says, “Map out your future, but do it in pencil.”
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While it sometimes seems easier to remember the bad – the BP Oil Spill, the earthquake in Haiti, the Kardashians – a lot of great things happened in 2010. From national stories to personal highs, here are just a handful of the things that made me happy in 2010…
1. My first girlfriend getaway – it was a short car ride away, but it made a world of difference and came just in time
2. Connecting with old friends on Facebook
3. NAVO church – a new, local church that’s opening my eyes to some really great things
4. A Sesame Street dad’s tribute to his daughter’s hair (Image: Still from I love my hair video)
5. As hard as some people fought against it, kids who have preexisting medical conditions can no longer be denied coverage.
6. Between Facebook fans, Twitter followers, email subscribers and visitors to the site, our little community of women and its supporters now number in the thousands.
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…especially when what you’re receiving is a last minute gift lifted from a big box store by a mediocre boyfriend. True story.
When I was younger and dumber I dated someone even younger and dumber than I was. He’d been dropping hints like crazy about what he wanted for Christmas – a boxed DVD set of his favorite action movie series. It wasn’t the most expensive gift I’ve ever given anyone, but it wasn’t what I’d call cheap either. His gift to me was. Cheap, that is.
Now I know all the adult concepts surrounding gift giving. It’s the thought that counts, better to give than to receive, yada yada yada. That Christmas, younger and dumber than me got me a CD. Not a CD player, a CD. It was a new release, so I guess I should have been more excited. I wasn’t.
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I’ve had a whirlwind couple of weeks. Two road trips (one 30 hours round-trip), a girlfriend getaway (more on that in a future post), my first ever spa treatment, and a lot, lot, lot of food.
I officially fell off the wagon, or as I like to call it, “the back of the food truck” somewhere in Birmingham, Alabama after a barbeque feast fit for a queen. Due to a meat induced high, the details are somewhat sketchy, but there was roasted corn, potato salad, grits, biscuits, sausage and cinnamon buns, and that doesn’t even include dinner. *Sighs*
Today, back to reality. And as 40 year old bodies often do, mine is reacting negatively to the meat parade that just worked its way through my system. I have no one to blame but myself though, so you’ll hear no moaning from me. Instead I’m stocking up on the veggies my body is now most certainly craving and drinking water like I just got out of the desert.
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