Morning,
You know, I’m 43 years old.
And for many of my fellow moms, that’s considered to be, well, not exactly young.
Thing is, though, I’ve been realizing as I’ve pitted myself against my abilities and broke thru countless boundaries this year….age is but a number. You could be in your 70s but still have the lightness of spirit and beauty of personality…and be far younger than your typical 30-something.
This concept has really struck a chord within me. I can now DDR with my kids and leave them in the dust, easily take a 55 minute jog on my treadmill, confidently walk my beloved 2.4 mile circle walk without collapsing in a heap…and yet retain the wisdom and insights that my 43 years of life has bestowed upon me.
I really think I’m in the best shape of my life…and that things will only improve as time continues to pass on by. But I do know this – by the time I get to my 60s and beyond, I will never have to say, ah, if only I had the guts to do ABC or XYZ when I was younger. Why?
Because I’m doing it all now…with no regrets at all. 
Enjoy,
Barbara
ps – Speaking of spirits!: