So I turn 39 today. Nothing fancy, nothing noteworthy except for this recollection of a conversation I had with Saz, maybe last year. We talked about the sad state of our physical fitness and well-being. She spoke of her dream…to be fabulous at 40.
When she uttered that phrase, it kind of hit home. That could be a shared vision for her, myself and even the Anjels. It lingered at the back of my mind. But now that I'm at the end of my thirties, the urgency is there.
My last round of visioning was in my 20s. How time flies so fast. I have been questioning my life again, of late, second guessing my choices and decisions. Although I don't wish to compare, it is kind of hard not to.
I need to take some time to reassess and evaluate. I need to make sense of my life yet again.
