In exactly four days I will be celebrating my 45th birthday.
And while I was feeling decidedly "whoo hoo" about it already, this morning in an effort to turn right when I would normally go left, I solidified my new found knowing that nothing in life is ever too late.
How do I know this?
Because I woke up this morning feeling a little out of sorts.
Last week's business trip had me exercising less and eating more and here, at the 20 pound juncture in my weight loss journey, is where I have fallen off the wagon many times before.
Sitting on my couch drinking coffee and knowing I didn't have to go into the office until this afternoon had me at odds with myself - I mean, what business did I have thinking I could enter a national cooking competition and do well at it?
Normally this would be a cue to open the chip bag and surrender.
But this little voice inside me - the one I have been nurturing and learning to pay better attention to - said "You need to go for a long run."
Bear in mind, mine is the body that nine weeks ago was out of breath walking to the top of the street.
The little voice, however, made sense.
It was a beautiful spring morning. I have the most thoughtful and dedicated running partner.
And fresh air has always had a way of clearing out the cobwebs for me.
So instead of letting myself slide back into old patterns, on this day, four days before my 45th birthday, I chose to run.
Here's where it gets good:
Somehow over the last nine weeks my body has managed to recover itself to the extent that I just got back from the 7 km run I used to do 15 years ago when TH was still in elementary school.
A run that I honestly believed was something I would never, ever be able to do again.
Life is limitless with possibility and with each moment we have the power to make choices that either help or hinder our growth and our progress.
I am once again reminded that opportunity awaits me. I simply have to continue opening the door.