Life is a moving target, constantly shifting and changing.  It's glorious in its changes really, one day you know exactly where you stand and the next you have no idea where you landed or how you got there.  In my case nothing bad happened.  I just went from the high school jock who didn't want kids, just wanted to join the military.  So fast forward 16 years and I'm married with two kids and no longer in the military.  No longer in athletic shape either.  So clearly not where I pictured I'd be when I put on that cap and gown, and I love it.  I love being called Mom, I love being home with my kids.  What I don't love is being the women that looks like who has given birth to two kids and then let herself go.  Eats the extra chicken nuggets off her kids plates, is over tired, and exercise involves chasing a toddler around the sofa while trying to get laundry folded.  Now granted they were horrible pregnancies that I was on bed rest for 80% of, but once the baby was born I should have been back at it being me.  Not laying exhausted on the sofa wondering what I was going to make for dinner that my husband and two kids would actually eat.

So as my 35th birthday speeds towards me like a freight train I'm going to start moving towards life.  Sure it's a moving target but I'd love to hit it.