Are you focusing on what matters most?
We all want to spend our time on the important things, but we don’t always take the time to figure out exactly what that means to us personally.
My top priorities may look very different than yours, and that’s ok. There are no right or wrong answers here - it’s very individualized.
What we have in common, however, is that if we don’t take time to determine what matters, we will most likely spend a whole lot of time on the things that don’t.
As a woman in midlife, I am realizing just how precious time is. Even the little moments. I’m questioning, in an empowering way, the choices that I used to make without a second thought.
I’ve often heard that time goes faster as you get older, and I’m starting to experience that myself. While I’d love to be able to slow...
I recently had an opportunity to spend time with some incredible women. Our lives and experiences are not identical, but they do share common threads. We have:
Because here’s the thing. Life is tough. We screw up. There are always people better than us at certain things, and there will always be people that want to make us feel “less than”. Don’t let yourself be one of those people.
Now before you start thinking that you don’t have the time or the money for this, hear me out. It does not have to be something big and elaborate. Chances are, you have a lot of the tools you need right there at home. And what if you want to kick it up a notch and buy something new for yourself? Great!
What do you dream about? If nothing comes to mind immediately please, please stop and take a few minutes to think about that. Dreams give us purpose and they can move us forward when we are tired, when we just don’t feel it.
I recently turned 44. The funny thing is, I had thought that I was 44 for most of the year that I was 43, so it was a relief to finally be the right age! I’m not sure why I had to stop and think about it, but every time age came up I had to take a moment and do the math. I know some people struggle with getting older, and there is a part of me that wishes I had my 20-something body (and metabolism!) but overall I wouldn’t trade the younger me for the current me. My 40’s have been the best so far, and I fully expect it to keep getting better. I still have a bikini pic from about 15 years ago to encourage me to dream big (or small), but when I look at this younger version of me, I feel bad for her. I am able to tell her “I am better than you”. You see, she really struggled. She always felt like she didn’t measure up, like she was not quite good enough, a little too heavy (she wasn’t), a little too loud, a little/lot...