It seems like just yesterday that I sat in a conference room, at work, having just been surprised by my co-workers with a 30th birthday party. We had hot chocolate and a top-your-own cheesecake bar, and I received a small pair of silver earrings as a gift. I was so touched by the gesture, and so thrilled to be working with people I genuinely liked, but internally, I was struggling a bit. I had suffered my miscarriage in August, and desperately wanted to be pregnant. I was depressed. I was also pregnant – but didn’t know it yet.
Fast-forward nine years and I’m not sure where the time is gone. I was pregnant, went on bedrest, had my daughter, then got pregnant again quickly and had my son twenty-two months later. After two years of working with two kids I decided to leave my job and work part-time. I became a Disney Mom and met some of the best friends I ever had. I also decided to run a 5K, followed by a half-marathon, something I never thought I’d be able to do. I did it, but haven’t done much running since. I started taking tennis lessons, and it’s something I truly enjoy.
Today, I turn thirty-nine, and have one more year in this decade. I plan to make this year count – traveling, spending time with family, and being present. I also am making a commitment to keeping myself fit and well – by eating healthy foods, taking my vitamins, staying well-rested, and exercising. It’s going to be a great year!