A few weeks ago, I turned 41, which is both insane to me but also feels just right.
When I was younger, I thought entering my 40s would mean I would slow down a bit, or maybe that life would feel slower. In some ways that thought makes me laugh out loud—my life is busy in a way it’s never been, thanks to my three now-big kids and a job I love but whew, demands a lot of me.
But in some ways, life does feel slower. More settled, maybe. I think that’s the better word.
And can I tell you a secret? At 41, I physically and mentally feel the best I ever have.
I know, right?? If you’d have told me this when I was 25, I wouldn’t have believed you. But here’s what I know now that I didn’t know then: today I know what really matters to me. I know what fills my well. And when life starts to get a bit unbalanced and the well starts to run dry, I know what levers to pull to fill it back up.
Back in October, I told you about the 100-day journey I was going on to be my best me. I was in a busy season and finding my focus split between a thousand different things, but noticed I wasn’t putting my focus on my own well-being. I can do that for a season, but in the long-term? Neglecting myself doesn’t do me any favors. So I decided to put more focus on making sure I’m caring for myself. I’ve carried this notion into 2024, and boy, has it paid off.
This is so wild to say, but here goes. Here’s what I’ve been doing to help me feel, at 41, the best I ever have. 🩵