Wednesday, July 16

29 and holding...



I'm amost 30. This scares me a little...ok this scares me a lot. I feel older than I should most days. Less than 9 months left until the big day rolls around. Friends who are either pregnant, engaged, married are constantly saying things like "this is the age we're SUPPOSED to be (fill in the blank with pregnant, engaged, married) and act like I am insane not be embracing their particular timeline. Then I realize that by 30, my grandmother had been married for 12 years and was the mother of 6. Scary.

So, although I am in no rush to be pregnant, married, engaged quite yet, there are a few things I would like to have under my belt by the big 3-0...

I would like to at least eat vegan/raw most of the week. My body just feels so much more efficient when I am eating well. My hair is so much shinier, my skin is clear and soft. I actually have energy that is not supplemented by 3+ cups of java a day. Before the move I went out and bought a juicer. The fridge is now stocked with fresh fruits and veggies, plenty of teas and kombucha and my purse is filled with Lara Bars for a quickie work breakfast. I am resolving to (on most days) only eat fruit before noon. I am going to start bringing brown steamed rice with beans to go along with my fresh salads at lunch. RSB is very opposed to cutting back on his carnivorous ways so he may be fending for himself more often than he is used to. I have been feeling very disattached from my body for far too long.

I want to make my home into a sanctuary. This truly appears to be quite the feat, as I sit here lazily wishing the bags and boxes would unpack themselves. I want to create a space that inspires both relaxation and creativity for both myself and RSB. I would like to get back to my writing and RSB needs to get back to his art. So we need to create a blissed out little boho den to get the creative juices a flowing in our office. I'm picturing blissful dank meals with good company and heady wine in the fall, when the leaves comprising our treehouse start to darken and become vibrant burgandies and firey oranges. A closet that is organized and spare, as opposed to the overflowing disaster that my closets usually are. A kitchen where I get to experiment with vegan yummy recipes and show RSB that veggies can be tasty.

I want to get back to yoga. Plain and simple. At least 3 days a week.

I want to master my occupation. No, being an insurance specialist is not my dream job. But I love my company and my wrk is satisfying in a strange way. So while I am being an insurance diva guru, I want to be the best damn insurance diva guru I can be. Which is why I am going to school for the next two weeks to get another insurance designation, while I am currently home studying for my ACSR.

A few achievable little goals to add to my neverending list...

Each day, each minute, each second in which you are still breathing, is a chance to turn it all around, start over again...like right now...and now...and now...off to grab some heady organic strawberry lemonade before I get started on the closet...

~with hope

1 comment:

Maryam in Marrakesh said...

oooh 29 is such a fantastic age......! Of course that was quite a long time ago for me. Can I just say that your second to last sentence is just about perfect:)