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Journey to Forty

The reality is, I will be turning forty in about eight months. Time is flying by.

I am perfectly fine with that. I feel like this is a major milestone. I'm on this journey alone- and I'm perfectly fine with that as well.

I'm told I do not look like a typical thirty-nine year-old. What does a woman my age really look like, anyway?

If you've read anything I've written before, you know that I'm a fitness and nutrition buff, I love auto-racing, I rarely watch TV unless it's a movie, I love going to the movie theater, I read and I write a lot.

I prefer big cities, and  beaches over small towns and mountains. Summer to winter, and all sorts of country, rock music;  sometimes dance music and hardly ever rap.

I've thought about this blog and why I want to write it. We live in a blog obsessed world, so why will mine be read more than others?
I'm different than most women my age. I don't have a husband, a wild divorce story; I'm not even dating - not a woman or a man.  Nor do I have any children, or pets.

At best, I'm an aunt- to a niece living in the Carolinas.

The question I hear people ask me a lot is: "What do I want in life?"
I believe I've answered that question rather confidently, often. Unfortunately, I'm never heard. Some people prefer to assume I do not know what I want, but that's their problem. Yet it really bothers me that people perceive me as this flighty, insecure woman with no responsibilities.

I'm a wanderlust. And I am proud of that.

I'm sensitive. But as I start this "Journey to Forty," I plan to quit that bad habit. A sensitive mind-set,  is as toxic as a smoking habit.

I am my worst enemy. I plan to become my best friend.

I travel five hundred miles to work a week. I'd like to find a shorter commute.

I'm not a world class traveler or a frequent flier. I've visited a lot of places -from far north Quebec City, New England, Key West Florida, Carolinas, Tennessee, and California.

I'm a Christian. I need to pray more, believe more, trust more.


I've lived alone since 2009, and I haven't been on a date since 2011. I'm not so sure I care to change that soon. I think we get to a point in our lives where we just accept who we are, and focus on the things we love most about life.

I do not have a particular chapter set up for this blog, but the stories I will share are about the many adventures I will take this year, and the years beyond. I plan on trying a lot of new things between today and my birthday. Some things as simple as learning to use chopsticks, other things as challenging as playing a song on the guitar.

I hate where I live. I've lived a long year in isolation. There have been many benefits to that- but the time has come to break out of prison.

Had you asked me three years ago, if I thought I'd be here, where I am today, I would've said "NO!"

I do know what I want in life, and where I want to go. I also know that life has many surprises, and sometimes, we make decisions we never thought we'd make. I believe the worst decision I ever made, is that I listened to the negative people who wanted to bring me down. The most valuable lesson I learned is that when I meet people that believe in me, I need to trust them, and to not be afraid of them.

I believe in myself, and I believe the impossible is possible. There's so much to learn. So much to explore- I'm looking forward to the future because I am not afraid of it.

Are you afraid of the future?















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