If our bodies are temples, I’m like Mayan ruins overcome by the jungle. The foundation isn’t bad, but there’s also lots of rubble covered in vibes and dense overgrowth.
It’s really not that bad, but the temple sure isn’t what it used to be. I think I coasted for years, stretching out my early 20’s well into my 30’s. My metabolism is the kind that lets you get away with things that might add inches to another guy’s waistline. My body has been forgiving. Time simply has no desire to allow the forgiveness to continue.
Nobody warns you that you’ll start to feel a little different as you approach 40. It’s not that I feel bad, mind you. It’s just that I’m starting to feel…different. Something tells me that I’m going to have to start putting in some extra effort to maintain what I’ve gotten used to.
So, that’s the plan now. I’ve made the decision that the temple could use a bit more TLC. I’m not 100% sure what that looks like, but I know something has to change. It’s time to reinvent the temple at 40…
Illuminate Possibilities 