As A Woman

I saw this the other day and it is probably the truest statement I have ever come across. When I was younger, I’m sure that 40’s seemed ancient. However, the way my grandmother and mom have carried themselves through the years, getting older was never a fear of mine.

I have never been one to be concerned with getting older. The grays, the wrinkles, the everything that comes with it. I have earned every single one of those gray hairs. All the laugh and worry lines and especially those WTF lines.

I enjoy the calmness that comes with getting older. Trivial things don’t matter anymore. I am who I am and there is nothing to apologize for. Drama is irrelevant. I have no time for things or people that create it and I have no problem removing those things from my life. In my 20’s, I would have second guessed myself about that.

It has become easier to set boundaries and stick to them. I have a somewhat chaotic routine that I love. I have friends that really are friends. I have a unrequited love for being at home but also a unrelenting desire to go on adventures. (Just not too much of an adventure).

As the pic above states: I love this shit so much. We we are all younger and looking forward to being an adult? This is what we are looking forward to. This amazing unapologetic realness.

There Is a Huge Difference!

Most of you know exactly what I’m talking about here. You wake up day in and day out tired, achy, headachy, groggy, no energy, no focus, making it through your day with a pot of coffee, sodas, energy drinks and going through the motions. You feel like crap all the time and do nothing but look forward to taking a nap or going to bed.

I used to live for coffee all day long.
Ibuprofen was my best friend.
I couldn’t get up out of bed without hurting.
My feet and body would take hours to start “working” with some kind of normalcy.
A headache was just a given.
I had no energy.
If I wasn’t working, I was sitting on the couch or laying in the bed.
I was always in a bad mood.
Irritable.
Depressed.
Moody.
Always asking myself “What is wrong with me?”
Or telling myself “You’re just getting older, it’s your job, it’s the kids, this is just a normal part of getting older.” It’s not.
It’s not normal.
It doesn’t have to be that way.
I am proof.

Do I still get tired?
Yes
Do I still have not so great days?
Of course

But those moments are now far and in between and not my daily life anymore. For that I am thankful. .
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There Is a Huge Difference!

Most of you know exactly what I’m talking about here. You wake up day in and day out tired, achy, headachy, groggy, no energy, no focus, making it through your day with a pot of coffee, sodas, energy drinks and going through the motions. You feel like crap all the time and do nothing but look forward to taking a nap or going to bed.

I used to live for coffee all day long.
Ibuprofen was my best friend.
I couldn’t get up out of bed without hurting.
My feet and body would take hours to start “working” with some kind of normalcy.
A headache was just a given.
I had no energy.
If I wasn’t working, I was sitting on the couch or laying in the bed.
I was always in a bad mood.
Irritable.
Depressed.
Moody.
Always asking myself “What is wrong with me?”
Or telling myself “You’re just getting older, it’s your job, it’s the kids, this is just a normal part of getting older.” It’s not.
It’s not normal.
It doesn’t have to be that way.
I am proof.

Do I still get tired?
Yes
Do I still have not so great days?
Of course

But those moments are now far and in between and not my daily life anymore. For that I am thankful. .
.
.

There Is a Huge Difference!

Most of you know exactly what I’m talking about here. You wake up day in and day out tired, achy, headachy, groggy, no energy, no focus, making it through your day with a pot of coffee, sodas, energy drinks and going through the motions. You feel like crap all the time and do nothing but look forward to taking a nap or going to bed.

I used to live for coffee all day long.
Ibuprofen was my best friend.
I couldn’t get up out of bed without hurting.
My feet and body would take hours to start “working” with some kind of normalcy.
A headache was just a given.
I had no energy.
If I wasn’t working, I was sitting on the couch or laying in the bed.
I was always in a bad mood.
Irritable.
Depressed.
Moody.
Always asking myself “What is wrong with me?”
Or telling myself “You’re just getting older, it’s your job, it’s the kids, this is just a normal part of getting older.” It’s not.
It’s not normal.
It doesn’t have to be that way.
I am proof.

Do I still get tired?
Yes
Do I still have not so great days?
Of course

But those moments are now far and in between and not my daily life anymore. For that I am thankful. .
.
.

One Reason

This is just one reason I need
My “mom/grandma juice”
My “energy in a glass”
My “gut balancing trio”
My “there is no way I could have done this the way I was feeling 2 years ago magic drink”

I gotta keep up. Wake up. Stay up and keep moving cuz she isn’t slowing down any time soon. How could I not wanna get healthy for her?

You would think that your own children would be motivation enough, but for me that wasn’t the case. You get so caught up in the every day life and go through the motions, all while telling yourself it’s normal to feel bad all the time, tired all the time, hurt all the time, headaches all the time…but it’s not.

Most people have no idea how good they are supposed to feel. I know I didn’t.

One Reason

This is just one reason I need
My “mom/grandma juice”
My “energy in a glass”
My “gut balancing trio”
My “there is no way I could have done this the way I was feeling 2 years ago magic drink”

I gotta keep up. Wake up. Stay up and keep moving cuz she isn’t slowing down any time soon. How could I not wanna get healthy for her?

You would think that your own children would be motivation enough, but for me that wasn’t the case. You get so caught up in the every day life and go through the motions, all while telling yourself it’s normal to feel bad all the time, tired all the time, hurt all the time, headaches all the time…but it’s not.

Most people have no idea how good they are supposed to feel. I know I didn’t.