A Midlife Composed: A Recipe for Living Intentionally
Blooming isn’t something reserved only for women in their 20s. Let’s live intentionally in our 40s and beyond!
Usually we hear about a “midlife crisis” for women who hit their 40s and up, but I prefer to think of how I can write the life I want now that I have more life experience. I’ve figured out what I value and what makes me most feel like I’m enjoying life–now I’m setting out to do those things intentionally and compose a midlife for myself that will be happy and healthy for now and beyond. I’m hopeful that my adventures on this path of living intentionally will be informative and humorous for you to enjoy.
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- A Self-Care Summer Is Much More Than Self-IndulgenceTalk about self-care is everywhere, but many people dismiss it as silly indulgence because they don’t understand what self-care is really about. Self-care is about taking the time or making the effort to include points of joy in your life. That could be the typical self-care routine that people talk about—pedicures, getting your hair done, …
- My Favorite Anxiety Buster: Making the Most of PlannersI’m more than a little obsessed with planners. Anything that might give me the illusion of control over my life, I’ll sign up for and throw money at, no questions asked. I have been messing around with planners, starting but never finishing them for ages. I keep giving up because I’m not consistent and then …
- Planting Gratitude, Row by RowToday I observed the most coordinated and efficient flower planting ever. The crew descended on the little island across the street and in less than 10 minutes had mowed, tilled up the ground where they intended to plant, and deposited the peachy-pink flowers at their assigned spots. Then two men covered in dirt grabbed their …
- It’s A Bittersweet Spring Without Overalls and Kite StringThis morning as I sipped my coffee and watched the dog chase the white-tailed rabbits sprinting across the yard, I noticed how quickly all the trees and plants in the backyard are changing. We bought this house in the fall, so I’ve never seen it in spring. Watching the dead-looking twigs and branches in our …
- My Dream Deferred: Can I Call Myself a Writer Now?How It Started I was cuddled up in my red nylon sleeping bag in the third row of seats in our 1980s Suburban on my way to Grandma’s in southern Illinois, seven hours away from home in Indiana. Lips puckered and eyes all squinty, I popped lemon drops I had secreted away while breathlessly devouring …