{"id":62439,"date":"2022-09-21T07:18:17","date_gmt":"2022-09-21T11:18:17","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.ahealthysliceoflife.com\/?p=62439"},"modified":"2022-09-21T07:18:22","modified_gmt":"2022-09-21T11:18:22","slug":"life-at-39-years-old","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.ahealthysliceoflife.com\/life-at-39-years-old\/","title":{"rendered":"Life at 39 Years Old"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
I turned 39 yesterday. When I tucked Hailey in the night before she looked at me with that sweet, expectant smile and asked “are you excited?” I know they’ve been working hard to prep a dinner for me and the fact they’ve been working on planning and prepping for a couple days warms my heart, so of course I replied with an enthusiastic “absolutely!” Gosh, I love my people.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n And I was excited. In many ways a Tuesday birthday turning 39 doesn’t lend itself to a lot of whimsy, but I did schedule a facial using a gift card mom gave me at Christmas. I also love the mental load I take off of myself on my birthday. It’s my own personal “I can do what I want” day! Though “what I want” gets about as wild as buying a new fall doormat after the facial then heading back home in time for piano lessons. <\/p>\n\n\n\n