In just a couple weeks I’ll turn 35. This birthday milestone feels lots different to me than the 30-year-mark. When I turned thirty I had a mild case of panic-sickness. It felt so old, and it felt like I hadn’t done a darn thing with my life. Don’t misunderstand – I was proud of my little family, and satisfied with the decision the Hubster and I had made for me to stay home with our kiddos – but I hadn’t found that thing that really made me tick. And that really bothered me.
Five years (and two more kids) later, I’m still a stay-at-home momma (a job I cherish more than I ever thought I would), I feel younger (and wiser) than ever, and I’m an author.
Wow. That sentence puts a big-ol’-fat smile on my face.
As I’m writing this, football is on the tv, the three older kids are sprawled on the couch, the Hubster is talking to the oldest boy about the Massachusetts Bay Colony (I have no idea what brought that up), Took is wreaking havoc on the floor, and GinnySue is sound asleep, curled up on one of the boys’ robes. I look at the scene in front of me, and I know my 35th year is gonna be a good one. How could it not be?
But even with all the blessings that I’m spoiled with on a daily basis, I don’t believe that life can really be full-on unless you’re living with intention. So often it’s easy just to coast through our days (or, on those rough days, pray feverishly for time to move quickly). I don’t know about you, but sometimes I’ll wake up on Friday morning thinking, “Where the heck did Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday go??” And most usually those are the weeks that I haven’t lived with intention. Those are the days that I’ve slipped into the Same-Old Same-Old and never even noticed because the Same-Old Same-Old has a way of lulling us into an apathetic state.
This year – year 35 for Myndi – is going to be dedicated to the banishment of the Same-Old Same-Old.
I’ve made a list of 35 things I want to do in this 35th year. Some of these things are ambitious. Others aren’t. But simple or tough, far-fetched or silly, they each mean something to me; they’re all on the list for a reason. I’m sharing my list in hopes that you’ll be inspired to dedicate this next year to living with intention, too. Big love,
(p.s. If you can spot the typos in my graphic, let me know in the comments, and I’ll send you a coupon code for a free e-copy of Shrilugh. HELLO, we’re talking about free Christmas presents here, people!)