Okay, so it isn't officially my birthday anymore since it is now July 26th at 12:54 AM, but since I drove all day from Northern Indiana, unpacked my entire nasty, stinky car, washed all the lakey clothes we've been wearing for the past three weeks, and put all three kids to bed, I'm just now getting around to writing about my birthday. Where you ask was my husband who has virtually spent every day alone for the past three weeks minus his weekends? He was watching Jimmy Fallon do impersonations of Bob Dylan and getting his pj's on. This is at 10pm mind you. On my birthday, mind you. At 11:30 when our daughter is still yelling from her bedroom that she now wants a banana (after the glass of water, the two books, and the wack-a-mole game I had to remove from her) I realize that he is now fast asleep. So Happy Birthday to me!!
After spending the better part of July with my sister and family on the lake, totally relaxing and being on lake time, it is a strange feeling to be back in my own home officially a 42 year old. I keep expecting to walk out my door and see the lake. I am surprised that I recognize all the towels in my bathroom and that I don't see bathing suits hanging everywhere or the remains of barrel drinks and soda cans scattered randomly around my backyard. Our return is bittersweet as the turn from mid to late July always is...inching that much closer to the next school year. All those new changes that we know will happen as we leave one phase of our lives (even if it is just summer) behind us.
Change is good. Change is necessary for growth, right? I am 42, dammit. I have got to get over being paralyzed by change. Hell, I can't even change my cell phone plan without having an anxiety attack about it.
So I am declaring this the year of 42 to be the year of change. I am going to embrace change. I am not going to fear change or worry that I have made the wrong decision or be afraid of possible outcomes. I am going to assume the best from change; new opportunities, new challenges, a new outlook. No regrets.
