I love to think of a birthday as the start of the next great year… one more chance for reflection and resolutions, and not necessarily the kind we might make at the turn of the calendar year. This time around, I feel like I have many and none… but I find myself marveling at how much can change in just a short time.
I don’t want to imply that I’m feeling entirely at peace… there’s always a restlessness inside me. Something that pushes me to tweak, pick, search my way to a better version of myself. But I feel much more at peace than I have.
And I’m working on feeling even more… trying to take some time to slow down, take care of myself, and enjoy a little more time with my guys.
Which is not to say I’m good at it. We’ve spent the last two weekends traveling and the weeks in between sewing napkins and delivering pies.
… add a fair amount of home renovation and a demanding new job to the mix and there’s barely a moment to breathe.
But hey, I’ll get there. Running, eating right, taking a little time to slow down… they’ve all been inching their way back into my daily routine. And as work on the house progresses, I’ll have more time to focus on, well, focusing.
Something tells me that if I put my mind to it, 31 is going to be a very good year.
… but maybe next year I’ll stop touting that number so loudly.