Yesterday was my birthday. I turned 40. I’ve been talking about this for a long time so I won’t go on and on about it.
Last year, I decided this was going to be the year of yoga. I wanted to start slowly and get my practice back on track so that, on my 40th I could do 40 sun salutations. I am not a big goal-setter. But I did set this goal and I accomplished it. Without really even breaking a sweat.
Yep. 40 of those.
Last year I also set some food goals for myself. I haven’t gotten around to making my own pasta yet (I bought the Kitchen Aid attachment though!), or crèpes, and I’ve given up on the idea of a sourdough starter because the truth is, I don’t really like sourdough bread. I did make Holly B’s cinnamon rolls and almond butterhorns, I’ve made lots of ice cream, and I’ve gotten more practice with layer cakes. I’m not sure I could say I’ve gotten better at them. I feel they still control me rather than me controlling them. After another year of practice perhaps.
My 30′s were quite a decade. I started them untangling myself from a disastrous relationship and working at a job that I hated. Just a few short months later, I met Randy and everything changed. In the last 10 years I have…
had two children
trained to teach yoga
moved to London and back again
traveled a fair amount
bought and sold two houses
started a personal chef business
stopped my personal chef business
started my blog
And countless other little and big things. I’ve been busy. I wonder what the next 10 years holds.