I think almost daily about this space that I possess, where I once wrote and recorded the minutiae of my life. Then that minutiae buried me and Facebook became easier. But Facebook doesn't keep the same record a blog does. So, here I am, yet again, trying to get back on the proverbial blogging horse.
I changed the name of this space, not because my life is no longer crazy, ho ho, NO. But because I am in constant pursuit these days. It ties in with my all-time favorite quote (see the side bar ---->). The pursuit I am talking about is not the kind where you're desperately chasing something that is getting away from you. Instead, I'm talking about pursuing something. And in my case, pursuing MANY things.
I turned 40 last summer and it was like it flipped a switch in me. All of a sudden, I felt like things came very sharply into focus, or at least more focused than they'd ever been. The things I wanted to do, who I wanted to be, HOW I wanted to be, how I wanted to use my time and talents. There's just so much I want to do that it suddenly all just clicked that NOW IS THE TIME. GO, GIRL. And so, here I am, exhausting myself in the glorious pursuit of my life.
I set some goals for 2012 - some ambitious (run 400+ miles), some pretty mundane (repaint master bath), and some that are more To-Do's than goals (build garden boxes). Some are silly (get another tattoo), some are for personal satisfaction (get family photos taken). But aside from those that I wrote down, I really just want to push myself this year. I want to find out what I'm capable of.
One of my blogger crushes, Beth, wrote something today about runners that I think is so true: "Running is expansive – it opens you wider than you thought you could go. It gives you courage and confidence to tackle other parts of your life that might otherwise feel unmanageable or impossible."
I swore for years I hated running, couldn't do it, had no desire to do it. And yet somehow at 38, I discovered I loved running. I was amazed that I could train myself to do something that was SO hard and that I had previously thought impossible. I'll be honest, it hasn't been easy. I've never worked as hard at anything (other than parenting) as I have at becoming a runner. But it's proved to me that I can do hard things and that it is worth it. Doing something so physically challenging, rather late in the game, has opened my eyes to a whole world of possibilities. No longer is anything out of reach, because by George, if I can drag my almost 40 year old body through 13.1 miles, who knows what I'm capable of!
On that note, I'm going to drag my exhausted body to bed. Because tomorrow is a whole 'nother day full of pursuits.
