So this week I turn 40.
I guess having a milestone birthday coming up makes me feel like doing a little reflecting on my life. Have I accomplished the things I thought I would accomplish by the time I was 40? Am I a better person than when I was 30? Will I ever learn how to balance everything? Am I healthy in body, mind, and spirit?
And the list goes on.
I'm not sure I like a lot of the answers. Because of that, I may be spending my entire forty-first year rectifying some things.
Last week, the Sunday School lesson I taught was about the importance of keeping a journal. I thought that I might share some excerpts of my mission journals with my class, so I dug them out (okay, so I made The Maestro dig them out for me) and started reading. I've been captivated. I'm so glad I recorded the many spiritual experiences, lessons learned, trials, and just fun things that happened on my mission.
The thing is, I don't know that I've retained many of those lessons. It's time to start remembering (which, of course, is one of the great reasons we should keep journals), and applying, and being better.
So here's to entering my forties with all sorts of goals! I'm excited for what this next decade will bring. I have realized that Sophia will be turning 18 when I turn 50, so this next decade is all I have left of having children home with me and that is a scary thought. When I turned 30, I sort of bemoaned the loss of my twenties--because those years are so exciting and all about making big decisions: going to college, serving a mission, getting married, and beginning a family. It sort of feels like my thirties were spent just trying to keep my head above water with all that three children, a husband, a home, a job, and a life bring.
This post is all over the place, as are my thoughts. But there you go.
Happy Sunday, and bring on the big 4-0!