Goodbye, Power Decade

I recently had the great fortune of meeting with my new Nurse Practitioner for the first time. She was highly recommended by a good friend and since I was due for a physical, I went to her. She was incredible, spending over an hour with me discussing every facet of my health and really listening. I walked out with a handful of referrals and a huge sense of relief that someone was actually looking at the big picture and helping me manage my health. It was similar to the feeling I had when I left my accountant’s office for the first time, heaving a sigh of relief that someone was on top of things and pointing me in the right directions.

And so, for the past few weeks I’ve taken her up on all of those referrals, some of which were optional. I had my first mammogram, got some lab work done, and made appointments to get moles checked by a dermatologist and have an asthma specialist make sure the medication I take is still appropriate for me. I’m fine, perfectly healthy, but the difference now is that I’m being more proactive about my health. I’m happy to be meeting specialists I like in all these areas so that if I ever do have a concern I’ll know just who to go to and they’ll know who I am, and have some baseline information about me.  And even as I waited for my mammogram, unsure of what to expect sitting there in my cotton gown, I was overwhelmed with gratitude for the fact that I have health insurance that allows me to do all of this. Paying attention to the health care debates of the past couple years has really made me appreciate how fortunate I am. What’s a little boob discomfort when I’m not even paying anything extra to screen for cancer, for God’s sake? It’s nothing, that’s what. I think the lab technician expected some complaints; I didn’t let on that I wanted to hug her.

Even before going to the doctor, I started to take action on my diet and exercise, and I’m happy to report that I’m losing weight at a steady, healthy clip. I’m enjoying cooking some delicious, new, healthy fall recipes. This weekend I made homemade applesauce with Lyle and then went on to make a great low-calorie butternut squash soup (which was served with pears & blue cheese on toast – YUM!) and tonight I made a really easy pumpkin butter that will be a huge treat at breakfast. Plus, my house has been smelling good non-stop!

In my late 20s, I jokingly told Matt that my 30s would be my Power Decade. Looking back, I think that was fairly accurate. I had my kids in my late 20s and early 30s, started up my private practice, we relocated our family across the country, bought a house and I worked my tail off to move everybody and everything in the right direction. As I enter the last six months of this decade, I think I can start putting the Power Decade to bed. The kids are doing great, the business is going well, and I’m enjoying all of it. But I’m hopeful that my 40s will allow me to coast just a little bit; to ride out all that I’ve set up in this life and find more time to relax, more “me” time. I know I’ll still be busy, I’ll always work hard and give my family my all, and that my real years of rest will come much later. But I’m determined to head into this next decade with at least one eye that stays on myself, making sure I’m taking myself in the right direction.

What shall I call this one, Wonderfriends? We have until April to decide.

One response to “Goodbye, Power Decade

  1. The ‘strength’ decade?

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