A few weeks ago I posted this anti-resolution on my personal Instagram feed. As I sit in solitude on my birthday weekend in a lovely cabin in the middle of the rural Willamette Valley wine country, I’m inspired to post some mid-life mama musings on this long-forgotten blog.
The last few months, well, if I’m being truly honest, the last three years have been a struggle. A mid-life turning point, I guess you could say. My forties, COVID, career changes, and family tragedy have taught me what I want for the next half of my life…and also what I don’t want.
I want to look forward not back. I want real life not a curated picture feed. I want to trust in God’s plans not my own. I want real friendship, even if it means a smaller community. But most of all, I want to cherish every day with my husband and kids as time is precious; it flies (and is taken away) much too quickly.
As I stare down a new year with two teenage girls (one of them now driving!) and an almost teenage boy…I am reevaluating nearly everything I once felt so sure about. My husband and I are also considering possibly some of the biggest changes we’ve made in our 15-years of married life! I have no other alternative but to fall to my knees, desperate for divine guidance and trusting His will for our future.
So, welcome 2023 and 43, whatever may come and to God be the glory!