Tagged by: lovingmylense
Until littlest was born, I was a hardcore career girl. I never realised how quickly becoming a mother would make that irrelevant and unimportant.
I miss yoga. When I was single, I’d practice daily and even trained to be a teacher. It was a beautiful thing for my mind and body. Now, no matter how hard I try I cannot find the motivation to make my way back to the mat but I still live with the conviction that one day I will.
I detest the fact that I am the same weight now as when I gave birth but I detest myself more for not being able to find the willpower to do anything about it. Some days I feel as though the clock has wound down and I can’t reach the key. On those days, only littlest can keep me present and active.
I feel truly blessed to have the family in my life that I do, both mine and would-be husband’s. I love my entire family, immediate, extended, in-laws, step, by marriage, the whole kit and caboodle, and I am grateful every day for the wonderful hearts that I am surrounded by.
My 38th birthday came and went last week. I don’t mind admitting I’m terrified of 40. I can’t get my head around the fact that I am halfway through my life already.