This girl turned 46 yesterday. I don't know, I seriously cannot wrap my head around the number. I just feel as though I'm in my 30s. My husband greeted 50 two weeks ago, and neither of us can match the reality to what it feels like to be us. In any case, here we are.
Our plans were to lay low and watch Bruno Mars with some takeout. Nobody in the house cares at all for pro football, but, you know, pop culture. I might have made a celebratory walk around the loop. Nothing big. But, my FAMILY...
They worked behind my back to carry me off to meet my oldest daughter and her husband for lunch where she lives, two hours away. It was just the best day. The five of us together plus one... my heart was, and is, FULL!
I just love everybody so much right now. Which translates here into a fresh shot of "I'm just going to do this already!"
So, I missed Bruno Mars and the game hype was lost on me entirely. Who cares? We made it home in time for Downton Abbey and for me to sleep through 20 minutes of Sherlock before I gave up and went to bed with a smile on my face.
The week ahead will bring the continued effort to create an exercise habit. The snow has finally arrived after the driest Winter in our recorded history, so I may need to get creative with DVDs and the indoor bike. I'm also needing to dig in and spend extra hours preparing my photography business for the Spring sessions I hope to book. There are many behind-the scenes hours to work through before the fun stuff starts. I have also reluctantly, in an inner tantrum, given up (for the 47th time) Diet Pepsi. It's good to let it go. It's just SO HARD! So, Day One, again, for me.
It's Monday, friends. I hope this finds you all well and ready to do good things for yourself. I'm hoping for myself, as well, that I will be able to work hard enough this week to show a good loss and gain strength to continue.