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Beauty on the Backroads

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40th birthday

End of summer, start of school: August round-up

September 1, 2021

Friends, how in the name of all that is good and holy did August pass us by? It is now September and I don’t know how to feel. In August, we returned from vacation, endured hotter-than-Hades temperatures, and prepped for the return to work and school (and then went to work and school), so our round-up of things we did, ate, watched and read feels a little bit lesser this month, but there were still some big things (like one of our family turned a birthday age that ends in “zero”).

Here’s a look at our month!

What We Did

Long’s Park Summer Music series: We only made it to two concerts because of weather and/or other commitments, but we enjoyed them both. The Paul Thorn Band was unexpectedly delightful (our kids hated it; it was blues/country/southern rock … whatevs), and Vanessa Collier who plays a mean sax and steel guitar. What I appreciated most about Collier’s concert was that there was so much instrumental I had time to let my mind just wander. 

Paul Thorn Band
Vanessa Collier

We squeezed in some friend visits with people we hadn’t seen in person for months or more than a year. I went to one friend’s house and we had a nice catch-up. Then we were able to finally get together with friends who headed back to their mission assignment in Kenya. Our plan with them was to meet for ice cream, but it stormed that night and the place we picked wasn’t open for dine-in, so we pivoted and met back at our house and dug into our personal ice cream stash. (We almost always have an ice cream stash.) It was good to be together.

Hiking! We went to Steinman Run Nature Preserve for a nearly 3-mile loop hike. It was another hot day so we tried to get out early. We were home by 11. It was muddy and buggy and the kids were cranky but it was a beautiful walk through the woods, along a stream (which we crossed several times), up and down some gentle hills. My mind needed it for clarity.

My happy place, even when my people aren’t always happy to be there

More hiking! Our last summer hike with people from our church. This time we went to Climbers Run, which our family had hiked a few months’ back. (I fell in the creek, remember?) We did a lot of rock scampering and got our feet wet in the creek A LOT, met new people and had a great time. This one was particularly fun because we were all looking out for each other and each other’s kids as we scrambled over the rocks. It felt like an unintentional team-building exercise.

I joined a new book club, also associated with our church, and we had an outdoor in-person meeting to discuss Such A Fun Age (I finished this book on vacation.) I had a great time with this sassy, smart group of women and look forward to sticking with them through the fall and winter and beyond.

School supply shopping. Online, again because it’s honestly easier that way. Plus, it’s exciting to receive packages!

Back-to-school night for our last year of elementary. Our son met his teachers for the year. We saw some of our previous teachers, which was a treat. It was nice to be back in the school and getting a sense of what the year will be like.

Celebrated Phil’s 40th birthday. His birthday fell on a Friday, a work day, and our daughter baked some treats for him to take to his co-workers. The kids and I shopped at Building Character for some gifts that he opened later in the weekend. Two days after his birthday, we picked up Popeye’s chicken for dinner and watched Phil’s favorite movie (see below). Would we have done things differently in a post-Covid or pre-Covid world? Perhaps.

First Day(s) of School. We made it. And we were tired. The end.

6th grader
8th grader
Perpetual middle schooler

Book sale. Our son started school on a Monday, and our daughter was involved in orientation for seventh-graders (as an eighth-grade leader), so I took myself to the library’s ginormous used book sale. Friends, I was there for three hours, scouring books and standing in line to pay for said books. I walked out with 19 books for $50, a good deal if you ask me.

Some of these books are recent releases

A highlight of the outing was how I came into possession of one of the books. I’m on a mission to collect all the books in the Outlander series (hardback or the larger paperbacks if I can find them) and while I had already snapped up a small paperback of one book in the series, I caught a glimpse of a larger paperback of one of the books I needed. But, it was already in the stack of a couple of guys packing all their finds into boxes. I suspected they were booksellers and I desperately wanted to approach them but felt weird about asking for something they hadn’t yet purchased but were intending to make money off of. I circled them for a few minutes, watching out of the corner of my eye, then I walked to the other side of the room and looked at more books. Then, I went back and just got up the nerve to talk to them. I told them what I wanted and half-offered to pay them, but one of the guys said they could part with it. So, I asked where they were from and it turns out they’re from a popular bookstore in Harrisburg that I’ve been wanting to go to. I told them this, and that I follow them on Instagram, and we chatted a bit about what a visit there would look like. Now, I’m even more motivated to patronize this bookstore.

On the first Wednesday after school started, when the rest of us were occupied at our various schools, Phil took himself on a birthday birding adventure to Bombay Hook National Wildlife Refuge in Delaware.

He left before dawn to make the two-hour drive, stopped at a little diner called Helen’s Famous Sausage House for breakfast, then spent hours at the refuge doing what he loves at his own pace without interruption. (The rest of us are not always as patient or quiet when it comes to birding.) He saw dozens of herons, an owl, a spoonbill, and marsh wrens. (He was also covered in mosquito bites and had to swat biting flies constantly.) But he loved it, and I loved that we could gift him that time.

Bombay Hook National Wildlife Refuge/Photo by Phil Bartelt

A new friend turned 40 and I was invited to help celebrate at a local restaurant. A small group of us sat outside, eating, drinking and talking for hours, and it was an honor to be included.

What We Ate

TV dinners! Our kids had never had the pleasure of eating these, so on the night we arrived back from vacation, we went to the store for some staples and these for dinner. We wanted them to have a glimpse of our childhoods. I cheated, though, and picked out a healthier option that would not have been available in my childhood.

During one of our Sunday nights at Long’s Park, when our daughter was at a training for school, we grabbed takeout from Wegman’s: sushi for the boys, a beef on weck and potato salad for me, along with desserts: cookies and brownies.

On our last Wednesday before school started, it rained, so we ate ice cream in. Phil had purchased Dolcezza gelato from Whole Foods. We tried three flavors: stracciatella (chocolate chip), mascarpone and berries, tramantona (dulce de leche).

For Phil’s birthday: Popeye’s chicken (a variety of chicken and sides; they were out of biscuits!) and a cannoli cake. On the day of his birthday, we got cupcakes from Lancaster Cupcake.

For biscuits’ sake, can we get COVID under control?

Every year we do a back-to-school takeout or eat-out meal to celebrate the return to the school year. This year, the kids wanted Beast Burgers, a product of one of their favorite YouTubers. (Yes, we supported a YouTube millionaire with our back-to-school dinner.) This was my first ghost kitchen concept–Beast Burgers are made in existing restaurants according to the Beast Burger recipes. They weren’t too bad.

Beast Burger and some kind of loaded fries

This amazing chicken pot pie at Annie Bailey’s for the birthday party.

Yum.

What We Watched

The Olympics. Especially after we got back from vacation.

Virgin River. I finished season 2 and jumped right into season 3, finishing it in just a couple of days. And now I need a support group. Fortunately for me, there are 20-plus books in the series, so that’ll keep me busy till next year.

Falcon and The Winter Soldier. So good.

The Cook of Castamar. I saw this period drama on Netflix and was intrigued. I didn’t realize it was originally in Spanish, dubbed over in English, so I tried different combinations of languages and subtitles and realized the easiest one for my eyes and sanity is to listen to the Spanish audio while watching the English subtitles. When the mouths and sounds don’t match, it bothers me and I have a hard time concentrating. So, if I stick with this one, I’ll be doing a lot of reading and not much else. (I now have two episodes left. It hooked me. Also, some publishing company needs to get on an English translation of the book, stat!)

Crazy Rich Asians. After reading the book, I checked the movie out from the library. It was okay. I liked the book better.

Grace and Frankie, season 7. I was on this the day after it dropped. This show makes me laugh so much. But they only released four episodes because that’s what they had available before COVID hit. So, I must wait a little longer.

LegoMasters. More stunningly creative with each episode.

Upload. This series gets more interesting the more episodes we watch.

Loki. Um, what? It’s good, and my mind is confused.

Kim’s Convenience. Still working our way through the seasons.

Berry Gordy’s The Last Dragon. This is one of Phil’s favorite movies and he popped it in on the Sunday night we celebrated his birthday at home. It is … strange.

What We Read

The Weight of Memory by Shawn Smucker. Shawn is a friend, therefore, I trust him with the book journey. For a good chunk of this book, I dreaded moving forward, afraid he was going to lead me somewhere I didn’t want to go. But I also HAD TO keep reading because his storytelling is just that good. I ended up having mixed feelings about the book, but it’s a worthwhile read and I’ll probably re-read at a later date.

South by Ernest Shackleton. My final book for the Read Around the World challenge. It was super technical in spots and not always interesting but there were enough nuggets of wisdom and adventure to keep me reading. 

Dragon Overnight. The fourth book in the Upside-Down Magic series. A read-aloud at bedtime.

Say No to the Duke by Eloisa James. This was a “candy” kind of read for me. I had read a couple of heavier books that left me feeling weighed down, so I picked this one off my shelf. Once upon a time, I would have called it “trashy romance,” but that’s just rude. Yes, it’s a romance, and yes it’s one of THOSE books, but it served its purpose giving me a fun distraction for a day or so. It was not as good as the Bridgerton novels I’ve read, but that’s not to say it wasn’t enjoyable. I don’t know if I’ll pick up more from this author or series or not.

Untamed by Glennon Doyle. I think I underlined something on every page. Doyle’s books are always more about self-work than self-help, and after reading this one I made my own list of things that are easy responses to my feelings (binging Netflix, eating ice cream, scrolling social media endlessly) and things that are hard but are more beneficial. It’s good to see it on paper.

Beartown by Fredrik Backman. Un. For. Get. Able. I honestly don’t care what Backman writes about, his words are mesmerizing. This one’s about hockey but also about the things that bring us together and the things that drive us apart.

Spy Camp by Stuart Gibbs. Next up the Spy School series as a bedtime read-aloud. I really like Korman’s writing style.

China Rich Girlfriend by Kevin Kwan. A good follow-up to Crazy Rich Asians. I like these characters and the cultural education these stories provide.

Well, that’s all for August. See you in September!

Filed Under: monthly roundup Tagged With: 40th birthday, back to school, book sale, end of summer, hiking

This is 40

May 3, 2018

I am nesting.

On Saturday I emptied the refrigerator. Last summer’s homemade pickles in their jars. The bread ends that seem to multiply on every shelf. The eggs. The milk. The fruit and veggies. All of it sat on the floor or the counter as I carefully removed the shelves and wiped them down with soapy water. When the whole thing was finished, I almost didn’t recognize the interior of this appliance. It felt good, this cleansing.

For weeks now, I have had the attitude, especially with the clutter in our house, that it needs to go. Broken things or things handed down. Shoes and clothes that don’t fit. I am slowly and gradually releasing things that have taken up space in our home. I suppose it could be spring cleaning, although I cannot admit to being bitten by that bug too often in my life.

I am making room for something. I am nesting, but I am not pregnant, at least not in the “with child” sense of the word.

—

On Friday, I turn 40.

Photo by Miguel Sousa on Unsplash

I remember how freaked out I was when I turned 30. I had a baby and a husband and the carefree(ish) days of my 20s seemed gone forever. Which was a confusing feeling because my entire 20s felt like I was waiting for my life to start until I had the husband and babies. Having what I thought I always wanted wasn’t enough to keep me from feeling a tiny bit of sadness that my 20s were gone.

Ten years later, I am almost giddy to kiss my 30s goodbye. The babies have grown into small adult humans with lots of words and thoughts and actions, and these are the years I was waiting for when I thought the diapers and potty-training would be the end of me. The husband and I have walked through some dark days and are re-emerging in the light. Our marriage is almost 11 years old and it finally, almost, feels like I thought it was supposed to feel, but there were plenty of days I wasn’t sure I’d still be married by the time I turned 40.

Having made it to now feels like a gift.

But it was also a lot of work.

Ten years ago, I barely knew who I was. I defined almost every part of myself by my relation to someone else–husband and children primarily. I was a wife and a mother but that is not all I was and I had trouble giving voice to those other parts of me because I didn’t really believe I was those things myself.

—

I’ve been preparing for this birthday for years. I think it started when I finally made an appointment to see a therapist. Maybe it was earlier, when I read a book about women and their issues. What stuck with me was something about women getting better or bitter by the time they are 40.

Here’s what I wrote six years ago about this: Every woman becomes either beautiful, bitter or beaten (having given up on life) by the time she’s 40. We either face our stuff or we don’t. Six years from the big 4-0, I’m tracking toward bitter or beaten. That’s a hard truth to face, but my eyes are open to how I can face my issues and let God work through them.

SIX YEARS AGO. This journey goes back further than I thought. Even then, I had had my share of bitter. It took me a few more years, but I decided to get better. Bitter is easier but nothing compares to better.

This week, two days before my 40th birthday, I released myself, with my therapist’s blessing, from counseling. I’m taking the summer off from my once-a-month appointments and in the fall, I’ll reconsider whether I still want to keep going. I’ve been seeing this therapist one or two times a month for more than three years. This was the road to better. It was forged with tears and paved with hard conversations and truths.

But it was also the place where I learned to find myself again. “You are strong and capable,” my therapist has said to me more times than I can count. She has spoken words to me that I could not speak to myself. The woman I am today is partly due to the woman who asked me hard questions, who prayed for me and spoke truth over me. Sometimes I hated it, but I’ll never regret it.

—

A few weeks ago, I started making a list. A few weeks before that, I started thinking about what theme would define my 40s and beyond. I’m not into pressuring myself to check a bunch of stuff off a list in a set amount of time, but I did want to think intentionally about what I want to do. I’ve been choosing a word to guide my year for several years now. How could I translate that to the next decade and beyond?

Photo by Alexandra Gorn on Unsplash

I landed on “no excuses, no regrets.” This is a balance of risk and practicality. I’m not a risk-taker, but I’m more cautious than I need to be. In my 30s, I had a lot of reasons for not taking care of me, for not pursuing my wants and dreams. Reasons are valid, but they can easily turn into excuses and excuses are rooted in fear. I don’t want to be afraid anymore. I don’t want to look back 10 years or more from now and regret that another decade passed without me at least taking aim at the things I want.

The list is in progress and there are not firm deadlines. There are health plans and travel dreams and writing goals. For whatever reason, I feel like I don’t have the luxury of putting things off until someday. Maybe that sounds morbid, but I don’t want to live in the shadow of someday. I want to step into the light of today. Not everything I do in my 40s and beyond will be magical, but I think that’s the beauty of it. It doesn’t have to be. Sometimes being present in the ordinary and grateful for the everyday is its own kind of magic.

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I don’t remember when I first heard about a mid-life crisis. It always sounded like such an awful thing. It was a phrase loaded with stereotypes. Of men buying sportscars or divorcing their wives for younger women or of women taking drastic measures to alter their appearance. I’m not sure I actually know any people who have done this at midlife, whatever that means anymore, so maybe the “crisis” part of it is just another lie meant to make us want things that will make us feel better for a moment but won’t reach deep enough to find the wound we’re trying to ignore.

I always wondered what it would feel like to approach midlife. Would I panic and grasp for flimsy lifelines to my younger days? Would I secretly hate people who were younger and more successful? Would the words I said reveal me as a bitter old woman? Would I be able to age gracefully?

I’m surprised to find that this doesn’t feel like a crisis. It feels like a rebirth. A chance to start fresh and do things differently. I think that’s why I feel like I’m nesting. I am pregnant with new life, but it is my life not another human’s that I’m growing. I have yet to know what it will become, but because it is composed of all the things I’ve already experienced, it will be rich and full. And oh so loved.

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A benediction, of sorts, for my 40th birthday.

Photo by Samantha Sophia on Unsplash

Blessed is my body, stretched and scarred from bearing children, often hated and ignored. This is the vessel I’ve been given and I will treat it with respect, honoring the ways it literally carries me through this world.

Blessed is my mind, beaten and bruised from the mental gymnastics I have performed for so many years. This is my inner sanctuary, a place of retreat and rest. I will renew it, minute by minute if necessary, telling myself what is true and right and good. This mind is the captain that steers the vessel, and I will give it what it needs to guide me on straight paths.

Blessed is my work, even when I’m not sure what that is. I will strive to do what I can where I am, giving myself grace to say “no” to anything that isn’t part of my mission in this world. I will accept that the progress might be slow and that as long as I am alive, the work is not finished.

Blessed is my presence, my place on the earth, my contribution to the human race, even if there is no measurement of my impact. I am here. I am worthy of life. I matter. I will seek to live like I believe this true everywhere I go. And blessed is my voice, when I cannot stay silent about something important. I will not be afraid to say what I think, to speak truth to others, even if it is hard to hear. I will not take responsibility for someone else’s feelings about truth.

Blessed am I, my past, present and future me. I will forgive myself for the things I believed about myself that were not true, for the choices I made based on those decisions. I will not look back in anger but with love and understanding for the girl I was and the woman I was becoming. I will remember the good things that came from even the most hurtful situations. I will hold it all as grace and remember that what I think, feel and do now will look different in another decade or two.

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This is not a competition, friends. That’s another thing I’m learning. I am 40 years old and still discovering what it means to have fierce and loyal friendships with other women. I find it’s easier to do the more I focus on the woman I’m becoming instead of comparing myself to who other women are becoming.

I have sometimes dreaded my birthday, but this year, I feel nothing but light and love. It is a good way to enter a decade. Amen.

Filed Under: beauty, dreams, Featured posts, Friendship, women Tagged With: 40th birthday, becoming the woman I'm meant to be, benediction, happy birthday, midlife crisis

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