11 months ago I had no idea what effect turning 40 would have. I did not expect body parts to start falling off, but I knew something would be different when I made it to 41 just a short 12 months later. And, well, things have changed, and they are changing. I can honestly say I am learning to live my best life and it is not just a hashtag and a hope.
I have always been a theory kind of a person. What do I mean by that? Well, I educate the hell out of myself on a thing (sometimes involving college degrees), but somehow never seem to put any of that education into practice. I am finally in a place in life that I actually have to come out of my comfort zone and start doing, and holy crap, it has brought a new kind of anxiety into my life.
I have been working harder for the past month than I have in decades, and I am loving it!
After years of wishing I was doing something more with my life, taking action and actually working towards those goals is an amazing feeling. There is something about knowing that every action I take is for my business, my brand, and my future. Suddenly, the sporadic decisions that I used to make have become more thought out and purposeful. Suddenly, the person I envisioned myself becoming is emerging from the shadows.
If I asked who rode through the dark of night to warn early Americans that British troops were on the way, you (and I) would almost immediately say, “Paul Revere.” For those of you who need a quick memory refresh - Paul Revere was a silversmith in Boston in the 1700’s. On the evening of April 18, 1775 he was summoned by Dr. Joseph Warren of Boston and tasked with riding to Lexington Massachusetts with the news that troops were about to march into the countryside just northwest of Boston with the intention of arresting Samuel Adams and John Hancock. After which it is assumed the troops would continue on to Concord to capture or destroy any military stores of gunpowder or ammunition.
I remember hearing ghost stories as a child. How the tales of souls returned from the great beyond would keep me awake for nights as I imagined a spirit emerging from behind my closet door or a cold, dead hand reaching up from under my bed and grabbing my ankle. In college, on Halloween night, we held seances and played with Ouija boards attempting to summon a spirit or communicate with loved ones long past.