A couple of weeks ago, I wrote a post about how I’m feeling the effects of getting older. This year’s birthday pushed me into the next ‘check-this-age-box’ category. In 4 years, I’ll be celebrating a milestone. The thought of that zero at the end of my age really blows my mind.
My last zero birthday when I turned 40 was actually easier than I thought it would be. I made the decision to celebrate my birthday for an entire year. When one of my friends would say, “I’m so sorry I missed your birthday,” I would say back “No problem – we can celebrate this weekend.” I mean come on, it would be rude of me to NOT accept their presents, let them take me to dinner or treat me to an adult beverage at the pub. The year I turned 40 was a hell of a good year.
But that was six years ago. It seems these days my body likes to remind me on a daily basis that I’m no longer in my 20′s. In other ways, it feels like I’m just starting down the path of where I’m meant to be.
Maybe it just comes with age but somehow, it all seems to be making sense now. All of those things that didn’t go the way I thought they were suppose to go. All those doors that I never could understand why they closed. It was all leading up to this place in time.
This year I finally came to a clear understanding of how to make my dreams become reality. I have a plan on how to move my business into the place of where I want to be and doing what I truly believe I was meant to do.
I completely understand the amount of work it will take on my part to get this done. This last month of finally getting into my writing groove and pulling the different parts and pieces together proved to me how much more I need to do to get to the finish line. What’s weird is that my mind keeps circling with thoughts where I compare myself to where others around me are in their journey. Some days I get frustrated and it’s hard for me to remember that we’re all on a different path.
I’ve been doing a lot of reading lately about product launches and following people who have already found their place in this world. Everyone has a different story to tell about how they got thousands of readers to their blog. I’m reading about the steps they took and the way they traveled to get here. The hours they put into their blogs to turn their passion into a business. It’s a rare person who just starts a blog and becomes an instant success and millionaire in a few short months.
Some days I feel like I’m still at the beginning of my journey and other days, I struggle with the thoughts about why I’m not further along. OR maybe I’m just into the middle of things as my age would suggest. Everything I’ve been through, all the jobs I’ve had, all the people who have passed through my life – maybe that was just the foundation to form my beginning to bring me to my middle.
So here’s where I am today: In Medias Res – Latin for “into the middle of things.” It usually describes a narrative that begins, not at the beginning of a story, but somewhere in the middle — usually at some crucial point in the action. The term comes from the ancient Roman poet Horace, who advised an aspiring writer to “go straight to the heart of the story instead of beginning at the beginning.”
Photo credit: In the middle of everything