On the day I turned 50—my 10-year-old son summed it up with this question, “Mom, can you believe that you’ve been alive for 50 years?” Nope, I still can’t believe it, but with age comes wisdom (in theory)— I’m still growing up as I navigate this earth trying to figure out who the heck I am.
I’ve learned that the thought of turning 49 launched my butt off the couch to embark on a personal fitness journey and that during the process, I lost 19 pounds, revived my confidence and strength, and discovered that the only way to defy and embrace middle age is to write about it, “put myself out there,” and keep trying.
I can do 69 consecutive cartwheels, cross the monkey bars, and do a headstand —three things I never thought I could do over a year ago. I coasted and stayed within my comfort zone for decades, but when I realized that if I live to be 100 — that means my life today is half-over, and I woke up.
I could keep coasting and give in to the fatigue that comes with aging, or I could reclaim myself, fight for that spark I lost and invent my own self-mantra. I chose the latter, and created “Try, Mary, Try!"
When I followed my mantra, it became the “secret power” towards bettering my life through exercise, nature, writing, and encouraging people to shine.
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