What if now is the time?

I'm 45 and I'm tired of waiting

Re-introduction

Hi, friends. It’s been a while. I turned 45 in May. Two weeks later, I almost died. That sounds dramatic but it’s truer than I’d like to admit. For the last several months, I’ve been recovering from that trauma and pondering what it means for my life moving forward.

The List

The year I turned 40, I started making a list. I didn’t call it a “bucket list” because it wasn’t all BIG things and I don’t like the idea of death as a deadline or that anything on the list somehow makes my life complete. I just called it the after-40 list and it had on it things like 5k races I wanted to run, health goals I wanted to achieve, places I wanted to visit, experiences I wanted to have. I figured if I put them in writing, I would be more likely not to put them off for “someday.” I was tired of waiting for “someday.” So I determined to not wait anymore.

Then, COVID

I feel like every story these days has a “then, Covid,” interlude. I couldn’t travel. I did focus on my health goals, but mostl…