Here we are, 47. You and me for the next year until I’m forced to break up with you for 48. I’d actually be happy to stay with you 47, but that’s not the way life works. And that seems to be the prevalent theme in your 40s. And actually turning 40 wasn’t bad – I was living in NYC, my career was right on track, I was in the best shape of my life and when I walked my dog Bailey I’d think “Wow I have made it, I really have my shit together!”. And I had a lot of fun going out all the time, with interesting people traveling across the globe for work and fun. It was a lifestyle I aspired to. Fast forward (and I mean fast) seven years, and things are much different. I moved back to my hometown of Richmond, VA, where I work from home…and don’t do much more except walking Bailey and meeting my friends for drinks or dinner occasionally. Welcome to my adventure of Lizzie Getting Her Groove Back, where I work to reclaim ME from the grips of tragedy and malaise. I’m excited and thrilled you’re going with me! xoxo
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