I’m Right Where I’m Supposed To Be

Last April before my summer hiatus, I wrote about where I expected my life to be by the time my 31st birthday rolled around.  I was pretty upset back then that nothing I had planned had come to fruition.  A few friends texted me afterwards to say, “Maybe my life isn’t where I thought it would be, but I wouldn’t change where my life is.”  In other words, I’m right where I’m supposed to be and my life is pretty darn good.

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Old City of Jerusalem at 5:30 am on Friday, August 5, 2016.  The Western Wall (Kotel) at sunrise was one of the highlights of the trip.

I’m right where I’m supposed to be and my life is pretty darn good.

Those words are pretty powerful and I wouldn’t take them back.

I may not be teaching but I have a corner office and an outward-facing role.  I have learned a ton in my 6+ years at the family business.  I have grown.  I have moved from being 100% behind-the-scenes to repping one of our house accounts.  I attend vendor days and candy/snack shows.  I am at their corporate office for meetings with the inventory team, the buyer, and the buyer’s boss.  I’m watching my SkyMiles account grow closer and closer towards my goal.

I may not have figured out where I am religiously but I am closer than where I used to be.  I used to have a broken path in front of me; now the pieces have come together.  Being in Israel over the summer helped me tremendously in that regard.  Physically I was right where I needed to be.

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In the Golan Heights with the Kineret (Sea of Galilee) behind me.  Recognize the sunglasses?  They’re the same ones I bought two years ago for Aruba.

I may not be married but I have learned a lot about myself and what I’m looking for in a guy while dating.  I’ve learned I need a guy who is fully Jewish and respects my home.  I need a guy that loves Finn as much as I love her (and who isn’t allergic to her).  I need a guy who shows me I’m his priority.  I need a guy who love me for me.

I may not have kids but I have an amazing furbaby in Finn who gives me all of the unconditional love, hugs, and kisses a girl could possibly need.  Nothing beats the love of a dog (except for maybe the love of the right man).

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Seriously?  I can’t tell who’s happier here.  Best love!

Hold on right there.  You don’t follow Finn on Instagram?  That needs to change now!  Go follow her here!  And while you’re at it, go follow me here.

I digress.

I may not have ever wanted to join a gym but I have CrossFit.  I have a body I’m proud of.  I have a body that can move more weight than I ever thought a person (a woman, me) could.  I have a body that, when someone new touches me, elicits the response “Wow!  I’ve never felt a woman’s back that solid.”  I have a body that can do pull-ups!  Me?  Doing pull-ups???  I remember the day I did my first completely unassisted strict pull-up.  That may have been one of the highlights of my life, second only to my bat mitzvah.  And I said I would never join a gym.

Yeah…my life may not be where I thought it would be; but it’s darn good where it is and I wouldn’t change most things.  And the things I’m not happy with or that I would change?  I’m getting there.

Tell me, Fitters, how are you doing?  Do you agree, disagree?  I’d love to read your thoughts.

Until next time…

If you’re fasting this week, I wish you a safe, easy, and meaningful fast.  G’mar Chatima Tova.  Thank you for reading.

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