01/26/2026
What a difference 7 years makes with my kids and I.
I celebrated my 43rd birthday on Saturday. It was absolute perfection. Nothing super fancy but a lovely date out with all my loves for coffee and a family dinner (that I of course made LOL) with my favourite childhood cake (that I of course made LOL) and I couldn't have asked for anything more.
And somehow, through all the joy, I kept hearing the whisperings of this little voice pointing out what it feels to be obvious:
" You're 43, Jenny and you aren't where you thought you'd be."
ouch.
and the voice isn't wrong. I'm not. At all.
And I'm sure everyone out there (who may or may not be reading this) can totally relate.
I may not be where I thought I would be in certain aspects of my life. Not everything went according to "my" plan.
I have a lot of thoughts about that.
Which brings up a lot a feelings about the matter.
Which could drive me in a certain direction that could have some favorable or not so favorable results depending on how I let those thoughts and feelings take over.
But I am taking a pause to check in with- what meaning am I assigning to those thoughts and feelings about my circumstance of not being where I thought I would be in life: Am I writing a story in my mind that I'm a failure which could lead me straight to the kitchen do dig out my not so well hidden stash of superstuff oreos... OR
Am I seeing the story that everything happened just as it was supposed to happen, to bring me exactly to where I am at this moment, because no other version of myself could bring the mastery that THIS version brings?
Yeah. Im going with that story. Because I may not be where I thought I was going, but this destination is pretty darn amazing.