Today is my birthday. Another year, another chance to do new things, make another set of mistakes, and have another round of successes.

As I look back at 42, I see that I need to par down my obligations. I stretched myself thin and wasn’t able to give my best to those who needs me.

It’s early in the morning, before dark o’clock. I can’t sleep, so I sit at our cluttered kitchen table eating graham crackers and writing until either I’m done or my alarm goes off in 30 minutes.

Near the end of 42, I wasn’t sleeping well. As you see from my writing, I’m still not sleeping well. Part of that is due to stretching myself thin and writing a mental-checklist of everything I still have to get done.

People in the United States have a life expectancy of 78.6 years. I am well past the half-way point. I feel like I am still playing all those games that I played in my 20s and 30s. I’m too old and don’t have the time to be stuck where I am.

I started this blog to help others like me, stressed-out moms who can’t really afford a gym but need a way to release their stress. They are the people who have to wait until this season’s workout clothes go on the super clearance rack before buying anything for themselves.

They consider their kids’ noodle obsession the lesser of two evils — at least it’s not candy and veggies in sauce still, right? It doesn’t hurt that the noodles are cheap enough that there is enough money left over to pay the co-pay for that needed dentist’s visit.

I live in a rundown-looking house build in 1900 surrounded by homes that are regularly viewed by tourists and visitors to my great town.

For the past few years, I let the fear of missing out rule my social media and other aspects of my life. At 43, I can’t keep doing this. It’s a game for the young. I’m ready for the next adventure on my own terms.

My goals for this 43rd year are:

  • Write in the blog daily.
  • Acquire skills to continue to provide a secure and healthy home environment for my family.
  • Provide resourceful mommas ideas on how to live their best life with what they have and what is available to them.
  • Get rid of the clutter — unnecessary obligations — so I can focus on what matter’s most to me.

My kids were born in the mountains, yet I find that many of the values of the Appalachian Mountains ring true in most of rural and lower income America. We mommas are resourceful and stressed out. Investing in ourselves will really help our families in the long run, but it’s damn hard to invest when you are looking at paying yourself or paying for a necessary doctor’s visit.

I hope to offer you ways to invest in yourself without feeling guilty. Hopefully, you’ll find adventures, big and small, all around you.

I will admit, I am a researcher — writer by trade — who has been an athlete since I can remember. This paycheck-to-paycheck life is all I’ve known. Like Tyrion Lannister, I know things. But I’m not dunk.

Let me know what you think of the changes here by posting a comment.