Life has been crazy. Granted, my life has been in constant motion since giving birth to our third beautiful daughter, Sweet Pea. As I’ve moaned before, time is no longer my own. Although, now that my youngest is two-years-old and my middle child goes to preschool three days a week, I do have a little more time on my hands to carry out tasks. But back to my opening statement about life being crazy. I thought that before I would jump back into blogging on a more regular basis, I should update day you on my life in general. It
From the time I was young, age was just a number. Some numbers were more important. 10 meant I was a decade old. 13 meant I was finally a teenager. 16 meant I could get my driver’s license. 21 meant I could drink legally. Beyond that, I didn’t focus much on a number because that is all it was. Even as a teen, I didn’t consider my parents old. Sure, they were in their 40s, but 40 was just a number. (Yes, I might have been a bit unusual.) When I neared my 30th birthday, I thought nothing about it.
Have you ever asked yourself, “what would my life be like if I made a different choice?” I ask myself that all the time. I don’t ask because I regret where my life is now, but rather out of curiosity. If I could go back and change things about my life, I doubt I would change a thing. I love my life at this moment. Changing the past would change my present. That said, looking back at my past 43 years of life, I wish I knew that… One fight with my best friend would forever end a friendship I valued.