On Sunday, I turn 37-years-old. How did I get to be 37? It’s crazy to think that I’m so close to 40 and I feel like I have so much to do and so little time. I know I shouldn’t be stressing, but I am. Another year older…gosh….
I ran twice this week. Well, it was more of a jog. I’m going tomorrow with my friend who runs. She is going to help me train and pace myself. She knows I need to take it easy and build up my endurance. I’m looking forward to it.
What else happened this week? I got taken out to lunch for my birthday and I did partake in the “dreaded” birthday cake. I’m sharing my birthday with other July birthdays. The cake was dang good though! I know I ate too much this week, with the B-day luncheon, it was all downhill from there. I just feel blah. I also had TOM twice in 3 weeks (I know, TMI), but it is what it is. I feel like a puffer fish.
Also this week, I came to a conclusion that I lost a friend. I guess we’ve grown apart. I considered her my best friend for over 15 years, but she has decided to cease all communication with me. Not sure why? I was taking it personally and it is probably me, I don’t know. It is sad and painful. I don’t know if I’ll have that kind of friendship again, maybe I don’t want it. We told each other everything (and I mean everything) and now it is no more. I woke in a cold sweat two nights ago with the realization that she may never speak to me or see me again. It sucks not knowing the why of the situation. I guess I need some closure.
My husband suggested that I get out and join some groups, maybe a Meet up with other women my age, with young kids who want to be more active, or I can start my own? I do need to do more. I miss having close knit girlfriends and I haven’t really had that since moving to Seattle. I really want to change that. Something to work on in my 37th year.