Ok, so, you’re probably still wondering, “WTF is It Took Turning 40, gosh-darn-it?”
Well, my friend, I am happy to report that inquiry is no longer a “good question” (meaning, of course, that I have the answer. Duh.).
First, so sorry to disappoint (esp John W.!), but I won’t be writing excruciatingly long posts about our worldly travels anymore (at least for now). To be completely honest, it just felt like a lot of work, and work is stressful and exactly what I’m trying to get away from (like the helpless victim in a horror film, trying to outrun the ghost-faced killer). That’s not to say we won’t be traveling anymore. Hell, no. We will travel whenever we can. In fact, we’re off to some beautiful European beaches in just a few weeks. I just won’t be writing a detailed account about it on here. If you love seeing our travel pics, feel free to follow @ittookturning40 on Instagram. Do it.
Recipes? Well, since hubs is the chef in the house, I just didn’t feel right about posting recipes, either (with the exception of my scrummy Type A Morning Smoothie). I do some cooking, but I’m not particularly fond of putting recipes together and so on. So, if you want food porn, check out that insta. I promise to post lots of food porn there, especially when we’re traveling. Recipes, though? I think I’ll leave those to the experts…and hub’s future blog feed, if he buys in. Let’s lobby!
Book synopses: well, I’ll continue to make references to books I’ve read, of course, but “Ah reckon Imma leave them there book reviews to the New Yawk Tahhhms,” as they do them so very well.
“Ok, so, wtf are you going to write about, you nut?”
You’ve been so patient.
Going forward, I will elaborate on some pretty personal and heavy topics, including my struggles with anxiety, depression, codependency (in relationships, never substances), hypersensitivity, and being an empath. Topics that most people don’t like to talk about for fear they may appear weak, or crazy, or emotionally unstable. I say, FUCK. THAT. SHIT. It takes a helluva lot more courage to reveal our truths than it ever will to live in denial about them.
Bottom line, writing about this stuff does not, by any means, feel like work to me. I enjoy it. I am passionate about it. I live it. And I find the research stimulating, whereas looking up a recipe, modifying it, and typing it out was painfully mind-numbing, as was having to rehash every part of a voyage that I didn’t ever want to return home from. Talk about tear-provoking! Further, these are the things I think you, my precious reader, will benefit from and enjoy reading about the most. Not how to make soup.
For the month of August, I’ll be blasting you once a week on Thursdays (at 11:40am, to be exact. Get it? Thursday? 11:40am? ITT40? Maybe not. But that’s how my peculiar brain works.). After September 15th, I’ll be blasting you twice a week on Tuesdays and Thursdays, also at 11:40am. It Took Turning 40 Tuesdays and Thursdays. Get it now?
My absolute primary intention here is to inspire you by keeping. shit. real. Honest, raw, unpolished, and oh-so-personal. I know we need more of this in the world, and less bullshit facades. I am not an image, I am a person. An empowered person. With issues (don’t front, cuz I know you’ve got ’em, too. The song says so, after all.). And emotions. And a bonafide potty-mouth. And through osmosis and reading about my struggles, you’ll find ways to conquer your own demons and ultimately feel more comfortable living in your truth.
So, until next time…
Namaste real. And feel free to message me with any questions, comments, or requests.