Thursday, November 3, 2016

This is 44.

Yes. I'm 44.

It's been a few days, but I was traveling on my birthday so I think you'll excuse the delay.

So. Forty-four.

Forty-four years of life.

Forty-four years of so much stuff.

This year - this year from forty-three to forty-four has been an interesting one.

When I turned forty-three I reflected back on many of the years gone by.

When I turned forty-three I thought about all the things that could still happen. All the things I could still do.

Right now I'm working. I'm working really hard.

I'm fulfilling a dream I had almost two decades ago. One that I held onto and decided I'd make happen. One that I went to school for. Completed internships for. Studied my ass off for.

One that I took exams for. Looked deep inside myself for.

And right now? I'm doing it.

I've been doing it for quite a while, if I'm being honest. I've been a licensed social worker for a really long time. My MSW degree doesn't collect dust on a shelf (although the actual piece of paper is hidden away in a drawer somewhere, for certain). My LCSW exam was not for naught.

I'm helping people.

And over the years I have shifted and adjusted to what I needed to do. What I needed to work on.

In all honesty? Things were slow for a while for me. Maybe about a year? And so I took on some outside work and got into a whole lot of other stuff. And I loved it. And I still love it. I do.

But feeling the way I feel when I work with clients? Being true to who I am and what I want to do? There's little like it.

So I encourage you - grab the brass ring. Do whatever it is you're interested in doing. There's no time like the present and all that goes with it. All the possible clich├ęs that exist? Do 'em! Go for it! Just do it! You do you!

Because it's a pretty damned good feeling when you do.

* And I am totally cutting this post short, which is interesting, since it's kinda long already - because it's 9:01 pm and day 3 of NaBloPoMo and I don't want to fail already!! *

44, birthday, self-love, motivation, do the things you love, keepin it real


  1. This is an interesting post to read tonight. Cana and I went out on a dinner date and she asked me what I want to be. And I said, besides what I am right now (stay-at-home, homeschooling mom)? Yes. And I flung it out there--I'd like to be a writer. I have an English and writing degree. I have done journalism, and I have a little read blog. But I'd like to be a real writer. I want to be in anthologies, I want my blog to be real. I want to write. My sweet girl, who I didn't say all of that to, said "I can see that. You'd need a bigger house with a sound proof room to write in." Yeah, something like that baby girl, something like that.

  2. I'm so glad I got to hug you on your birthday! You're a gem.


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