Introduction

One hundred sixteen days… I have been thinking a lot about another question I asked myself in the first blog post.  What do I want my forties to mean?  After wrestling with this question, I finally have an answer.  I want my forties to represent contentment.  I didn’t...

Exercise vs. Shoe Shopping

One hundred seventeen days left, and I have one word for you: exercise.  I, like probably most of the human race, have a love-hate relationship with exercise.  I love the way my body slims down when I take the time to work out, yet I hate working out!  I know people...

Sometimes We Have Nothing to Hold but Hope…

One hundred eighteen days and counting… I’m feeling extremely saddened today due to another family’s sorrow.  Recently there has been a tragedy involving wonderful people I know and love, and the overwhelming sense of pain is almost more than any heart can handle. ...

Embracing the Lines

One hundred nineteen days to go…  What in the world is happening that I’m now experiencing what are commonly known as sleep wrinkles?  This isn’t good, people.  You are probably thinking critical thoughts related to my obsession with vanity.  You are probably well...

“Big Day”

One hundred twenty days until the “big day.”  I have no idea how I want this seemingly momentous occasion to be celebrated.  Do I want a party, a vacation, or a quiet dinner with the people closest to me?  Or, do I want to curl up in my favorite PJ’s in front of a...

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