For those of you who don’t know me, I’m the type of person who likes things done in advance. I’m not one of those who never flies by the seat of her pants, I mean, I do have two young children. However, where I can have order and organization in my life, I try to keep it that way, and this blog/website is one of those controlled areas.
I like to write my posts a month in advance. Sure, sometimes, things will happen that I have to write about in the moment it’s happening, so I’ll get up one morning early and type out a post—bumping everything down a week. With that said, though, for the most part, usually the things I’m writing about this month, really happened last month (or a couple of weeks ago, at least). Yes, I cheat a little, but with my schedule, it’s kind of imperative that I do all I can when I can.
So, with this new-found knowledge of my blogging secrets, I’m actually writing this blog about a month before my actual birthday (even though it will post the day before). *evil grin*
I suppose in the end, the joke is on me as I have sat in front of my computer for a good amount of time, drawing a blank as to what even to say about the fact that I’m turning 37 years old. I mean, what is there to say? Wow. Where has the time gone? It’s all happened so crazy fast? I can’t believe it?
I suppose, yes, the years have had a way of flying by. I say it all the time about my children—how it was like they were infants and then I blinked and now they are 8 and 2 1/2. I see infants and the first words that pop into my head are about how I can’t even remember the time my girls that little. Even now, when I look at the pictures and watch the videos of when they were babies, it all seems like such a distant past, I can’t wrap my head around.
So while I’m watching my girls grow up, and enter the different stages of life, from infant, to toddler, to child, how is it that I don’t look in the mirror and see the equal time flashing across my own time on this earth?
Truth is, I don’t.
I do see the time. I do see the age in my face. Even if I still don’t think I look, and I have been told I don’t look my age, I’m still my age. I can see it in pictures just as with my children. The loss of the old 20-something me, whose only responsibility was a $260 a month rent bill and a couple of cats, to the me now. A mother of two who could seriously stand to lose about 15-20 pounds and spends her days in, although nice comfortable clothes, comfortable clothes she probably wouldn’t even run errands in, nonetheless, with her hair in a bun. The woman who, currently as she is typing this post, just witnessed her toddler pee in the bath, then splashed me with some of the pee filled bathwater.
Now, don’t get me wrong, for the record, I’m not one of those who doesn’t want to get older. Of course, I’m certainly not looking forward to the age where I can’t do anything for myself anymore, but I don’t really mind hitting my 40’s, 50’s, 60’s, or 70’s. Those years, to me, I’m actually looking forward to.
The years where my kids are grown and I can get back to being Angela instead of mom. Certainly, I’ll always be mom, but they will have their own lives and families one day, and I’ll have the freedom of writing all day, traveling, or even riding all day. Sure, I’ll still have bills, but who knows what financial status I’ll be at by then. Maybe I’ll be better, maybe I’ll be worse and freedom will once again be a pipe-dream. Who knows. I’d like to hope it’s not the latter, but…
So what great goals do I have set for these last three years of my 30’s?
- Of course, more novels is #1, but how many isn’t set in stone. I’d like to say two a year, but, I’d be content with even just one book published a year.
- I’d really like to be debt free, or close to it, by the time 40 rolls around.
- I’d also really like to travel more, but by that time, I’ll still have a 11 year old and a 5 year old, so travel will probably be limited to more family friendly places, so we might have to put a pin in the travel goal.
- I’d also like for my homestead to be more developed with bigger gardens, maybe even my own milk cow, and more equipment that will help us get to the lifestyle where we can sort of say good-bye to a grocery store.
- I think the last one on my list is that I’d like to have one published title under my house, Long Valley Press, that isn’t my own.
We shall see how this all pans out….