Morning Ritual.

Day 6 – National Blog Posting Month

I have this routine when I arrive at the office every morning.  Husband drops me off in front of my office building and I take a short walk to the local bakery store. Most mornings at the house are pretty hectic so I usually have time to get a coffee into me and little else.  I know this isn’t healthy but it’s just the way it is right now. So by the time I get to the office I’m hungry.  Walking into a bakery hungry is never a good idea.  Ever.

I have a weak spot for the pain de chocolat.  I’ve had three this week alone.  And I wonder why that last 5-10 lbs isn’t coming off! Actually, I don’t wonder at all.

I quite enjoy the short walk every morning.  Gives me some time alone before the onslaught of patients and their problems.  The fresh air is so nice this time of year. It’s crisp and a bit cool but not bone-chilling cold yet. I seem some regular faces on the street and we acknowledge one another with a slight nod of the head.  I get the sense that these folks are enjoying a quiet moment as well.

 

 

 

Reflections.

Today is my 39th birthday.  As my mother would say, I am closing the 39th year and starting the 40th.  Hmph.  Not sure how much I like that. But it makes sense.  By the time we turn “1”, we have lived that one year, so really, I have already lived 39 years and am about to start my 40th.

Okay.

So, as I am starting my 40th year on this earth, I woke up feeling quite reflective.  In fact, I think I’ve been like this all week.  I had a heck of a time deciding what to do for my birthday.  36 weeks pregnant, tired, uncomfortable.. time to party, right?!

Wrong.

For the past several years, I’d started a tradition of pampering myself at the spa.  I would go with a girlfriend and we’d spend the day lounging in our robes, getting massages, pedicures and water therapies.  I was all set to do it again this year but just … didn’t.  Perhaps it’s because of how far along I am – a massage just isn’t the same if I can’t lie on my stomach, you know?  Walking around in a bath robe that barely fits across my belly wasn’t appealing either.

Then, I suggested hubby and I have a night away at a hotel but looking into booking a popular destination spot an hour away from the city, on short notice, was wishful thinking.

So, in the end, I’m spending the day with my family and friends.  I had a wonderful chance to sleep in, had my coffee in bed and a pancake breakfast.  The kids sang “happy birthday” to me all morning – it was truly wonderful.

Looking back on the last decade – wow, there have been so many changes.  I started my family practice; I bought my first home; I got married; I travelled; I gave birth to two amazing human beings; I’ve supported my family through illness; I’ve overcome illness myself; I’ve tried to support friends through difficult times, have judged when maybe I shouldn’t and I hope I’ve learned from it; I took up running for my physical and mental well-being; and I have surrounded myself with an incredible network of supportive friends whom I cherish.

So yes, it’s been an amazing decade, these 30s.  I can only hope the next decade is even better.