Wednesday, August 15, 2012


Today I turn 40.  It's no big deal really but I've been contemplative the last few weeks.  You see my 40th coincides with my youngest child entering 1st grade this week, and it comes on the heels of a really rough year with my oldest.  It also marks the 2nd anniversary of our move to Colorado.  We have never lived anywhere longer than 2 years so this grounded feeling is really foreign to me.
I've been telling myself that 40 is going to be a new chapter in my life.  "I have plans for my forties," I told my husband last night.  I'm going to start blogging again.  I'm going to read and read and read some more.  I'm going to exercise.  I'm going to take a class in something.  There are other things too.  Things I don't know about yet.  I catch glimmers of new in my mind as I drift off to sleep each night.  Possibilities of things to come.


StacyB said...

Good to see you blogging, Misty.
Turing forty for me was marked by miscarriages close on either side of my birthday. Ouch. Way to feel old. :P
(We are now expecting another "one" after losing his or her twin = three miscarriages.) Yes. Forty.

But it doesn't have to feel this way! I hope you feel forty-years-YOUNG this year. And the next, and the next!!

Misty said...

Stacy, so good to hear from you. So sorry to hear about your loss. I'm trying to stay positive about 40 but there are certainly some changes! I'll come visit your blog soon and catch up.