56. That’s a pretty impressive number. I’m almost a month in. 55 was not the best of years for me. Not that it’s was a complete wash, but I am actually glad I’m another year older. I’m ready to move on. And I’ve been working on it. Moving on. Not sure how many times I’ve actually thought that. Maybe it’s an age thing.
I have had a lot of loss in the last couple of years. Parents, siblings, friends, friendships. The end of my running. I’ve mourned them all. You can’t bring back the dead, so you need to figure out a way to move forward. The older I get, the more aware I am of how short/fragile life is. And I want to make the most of the time I have (hopefully a LONG TIME!). So on I go. I have stuff to do.
If you get stuck in the “what if”s and “why me”s, it can make you sick. Emotionally and physically. Been there, done that. You have to figure out a way to move past loss. Part of it just takes time. Part of it is an awareness that you have a choice.
So this year, I choose to be hopeful and positive. To get me back. The things I do and the friends I have may be a little different, but I’m still me. Hopefully a better version. I’m excited to be 56. I know it’s going to be a good year!
I’m excited for new challenges and new opportunities. And I’m taking action to take advantage of these new challenges and opportunities. I’m sure I’m going to have some downs too, but the dreaming phase is over. It’s time to start catching again! If you’re ready to start catching, let me know how I can help you.