Ya know I love vacations but I LOVE going home, more. Anyone else like this too?
Back to routine. My home. My gyms. My Pete 🐈⬛. My bed. My people I love.
Gettin ready to head back to Indy tomorrow.
As I did laundry & packed, I let my mind wander. This vacation felt like a huge reflection & reset for me. New beginnings.
A few:
- Starting a new job PRN at the VA hospital in Indianapolis soon. PUMPED!
- New workout routines & body goals, it’s gainz season y’all 🦾🦿
- Purging stagnant & less optimal habits & replacing them with better ones
- Purging things I don’t need
- Simplifying & optimizing business & life
- Being ok letting old friend circles go
- Pushing myself to do new things, date, & meet new people
I am actually REALLY excited to enter my 40’s. Something about moving into a new decade makes me feel optimistic & all warm & fuzzy like a deep conversation over an old fashioned or a cup of coffee.
Life really hasn’t turned out as I “expected”
I feel it has turned out better & exactly how it was supposed to.
Kinda like this jumper here. This 5’1, shorty was skeptical about buying it. It was not what I expected – but BETTER. Well done Amazon, well 👏🏼 done 👏🏼 XS fit purrrrfect 😻😆
My younger self thought at 40 I’d have it all figured out, be happily married for decades, picket fence, 2 kids, #merica ….y’all can laugh now.
After 2 divorces I feel like the universe is telling me I make a really good ex-wife 😂 And ya know what? I am. I’m a great ex wife. I love all my exes. I have zero baggage & no hard feelings. I choose to remember the lessons & all the wonderful memories from my relationships.
That thinkin at 40 I’d “have it all figured out thang”…hxll I can’t even fxckin remember where I park my car in the mornings or what day it is half the time.😝
Spiritually I still feel like I’m in my 20s, most days I physically feel BETTER than I did in my 20s.
I say I have a young spirit & a significantly old soul. Dangerous combo.
I look young but inside I’m a baby grandma. Totally ok with it. Some days I can party with the best of them but most days I’m an introvert, don’t ask me to do anything after 8 PM.
It’s like I don’t really know what to do with me? So finally I just said fugg it, I don’t do rules I do what feels right. Especially dating or dressing myself.
I’m at that weird age I really don’t know what’s appropriate, like how to “dress for my age” or “date in my age range”
WTF does that even mean anymore?! 🤔🤷♀️
Someone, if you have the answer please clarify this for me 🙋♀️
I surrendered y’all. I surrendered to the fact that I will continue to get older each year & I don’t have to have expectations at all. Simply just a direction to always be working on bettering myself.
I vow, this year, to settle in & let my 39th year wrap itself around me like a warm & fuzzy Sherpa jacket.
I remind myself that faking happiness & perfection are the quickest way to die on the inside. I remind myself life is what it is & it IS what I make it. Do shxt that makes me happy & brings Joy. Be kind.
Moral of this page from the life of Lilbitoffit:
I’m a 39 yo old woman. I’m flawed & weird af. I don’t love everyone & everything, & there’s plenty of people who do not love me & I could care less.
I am getting wrinkles, sunspots, & I sure as hxll can’t recover from drinking like I used to & way over consume caffeine, but I refuse to give up coffee & making memories with friends & family.
I am still working on loving myself & living a life that makes me proud, fulfilled, & content. And I’m cool with having no idea what I’m doing or where I’m going. It’s never boring 😉
Thank y’all for listening to this “middle-aged”rambling.
Cheers to officially being a “cougar” next year 🐆😸
Oxox
Coach K