Damn.
Tomorrow is my birthday.
And I just remembered that I meant to spend my 51st year going to the gym. And attend pilates three times a week. And have a skin care regime. And do my kegels.
My intentions were so good.
I was determined to do this thing called “self care”.
AND TEN THOUSAND STEPS A DAY!!!!
Sigh.
I’ve done none of those.
And now I’m almost 52 and it’s too late.
And not just that.
My car is messy. I have a pile of clothes next to my bed. And speaking of pile…I don’t think I have read ONE book this year!!! I have bought sooooo many. But read them? Sigh. No.
And that poo sample test that they send to you when you turn 50…yeah, that’s still in the bathroom…untouched.
And there are four letters from different specialists I’m meant to make follow-up appointments with.
I won’t even mention the 34,000+ emails in my inbox. And that’s just one of my inboxes. I have three.
I am definitely failing at being an adult woman.
I don’t know why this update became a bit of a confessional. I thought it was going to be a gratitude message for everyone who has supported me this past year.
But maybe that’s what it is…a thank you for sticking with me DESPITE my shortcomings.
Who knows, 52 might be when I finally become one of those women who have their shit together?
Here’s hoping,
Veronica
