I sit and type and nothing comes to mind.

This post had been playing in my head for the past few days as I figured out that it was that time again.

Usually I would go back and read through all of my similar yearly posts, but it didn’t happen this year. I didn’t have the motivation. I didn’t have the spirit to.

Times are tough. I’m built for this, but they are tough.

Days blur. Days blend together.

Monday..Tuesday…ThurSatuSunday….

Days.

But it’s that time again. It’s I’m another year older, another year wiser.

40

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I’m a new number.

 

40.

It was a year.

A year of adulting? I guess.

I’ve made changes.

Hair.

Trying to control my anger better.

Not cussing anyone out.

But that’s about it.

Instead of dressing up, it was a year of dressing down. Like, down down.

T-shirt and jeans or a hoodie.

I can’t win them all.

My day-to-days never really changed with work.

Projects get added and projects get finished.

Work continues and I continue to do the best that I can to finish it.

Responsible.

Which I’ve always been, continues. Currently though, in this Trumpdemic, I’m kind of shirking my responsibilities.

No motivation to do anything. No motivation to work.

Maybe this short little break was exactly what I needed.

Besides work responsibilities, I’ve also made a decision to be more responsible about my mental health.

I know what I need from time to time and sometimes that’s a break from work to clear my mind. I’m taking a bigger look at my mental health and scheduling some much needed off time to destress.

In the past year or so, or maybe it started over a year ago I’ve been doing these hiking and wine weekends. I would pick a place that’s a reasonable drive and would go explore, find great hiking to do, enjoy the scenery and then spend day or two wine tasting. It’s a mini vacation.

I made a few of these trips in this past year and in a way, it did change my life. It’s a sign that I’m willing to take time off when I really don’t need to. I use it as an excuse to get away and recharge my mental health and that’s what it is. I’ve even started to put down mental health weekend in the little reason box when I’m requesting time off.

Responsibilities.

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Mental Health.

Adulting means taking care of your health.

Adulting means taking care of you.

I’m all about that now. I’m all about my mental health.

No one wants to deal with mean and grumpy and crazy.

Adulting.

Looking out for me and others.

40.

I’m in it now.

41.

I’m no longer 40, but in my 40s.

Again, with each year, socializing and talking has gotten easier.

In a way, I still don’t make the first interaction, but there are times when I do make the first effort.

Each year it gets easier.

The older I get, the more confident I get.

That’s a trend I’ve noticed.

Let’s continue this trend. Slow but steady.

Life gets better. Life gets easier.

Being around people. Being with people.

Easier.

Building relationships with peers.

Easier.

Talking/Chatting with strangers.

Easier.

Adulting.

I’m making an effort.

Making progress.

40.

You were the start of it.

Adulting.

I’m sure that it started long before…this growth, this evolution, but you definitely were a point where I tried to make things official.

40.

It was a good start and hopefully it’ll just get better from here on out.

40.

A new decade to grow and find more of myself.

40.

Thank you.

I’m another year older, another year wiser.

41.
It’s a slow start.

It’s a different start.

But hopefully I’ll get the same results as every year, a better understanding of who I am and more personal growth.

We all need to grow and learn more about ourselves.

41.

Let’s do this.