Taking Stock of One's Life

I'm beginning to wonder if I'm entering that stage of life; I mean, I'm turning 42 this year, so there's a very real possibility that I'm nearing The Change *cue ominous music*. And with that looming on the horizon, I find that I am becoming increasingly introspective and have started really taking stock of my life.

I'm in a good place right now. My marriage is rock solid, my children are thriving, and we are a cohesive family unit; I am blessed with an abundance of dear friends that enrich my life greatly; I am contributing to my church in a meaningful way, and have found joy in creating things.

Life is good.

And at the same time, I feel restless, at loose ends, if you will. I want to de-clutter my house and yet, have no idea where to start. I want to paint, but don't know which room to start with. I want to knit, but I want to KNIT ALL THE THINGS. I am stepping back from my home-based business for a short time to really delve deep into what is bringing me joy, what is causing me stress, and what (if anything) needs to change in order to make my life better.

I've never felt this "restlessness of spirit" before; perhaps having such deep roots in my community (living here for 34 years will do that) has helped. I know my father would get wanderlust on a pretty regular basis when I was growing up, so he'd re-arrange all the living room furniture or take down a wall in the kitchen or something (which thrilled my mum and our blind dog, let me tell you!) until the urge passed. He grew up moving. A lot. As in, something like 30 times from the time he was born until he left for the Air Force at 17. Hubby had a similar experience, moving around with alarming regularity and never really feeling like he had set down roots anywhere. And here I am, in a house I like living in, ready for it to look the way I want it to - you know, like people live here. I'm ready to be a grown-up, whatever that means.

I'm ready for the rest of my life to begin.