I Worry Less and Care More as I Turn 40

As I approach 40, I’ve found myself with a different perspective on many aspects of my life. I have slowed down physically (after a severe injury in my left knee followed by an even more severe sprain in my right ankle) as I begin to view my body as a part of myself, not as a tool to look prettier or something that needs to fit in my image of perfect.

I listen to my body when it needs rest, give it a much-deserved break at the end of the day, and love it despite all its flaws.

I worry less about my weight, and care more about my health.

I approach mornings differently; I don’t spring out of bed anymore, but take the time I need to set the tone for the day.

I remind myself I’m fortunate to be here to see the sun rise, have my family around me, and promise to take the day as an opportunity to grow, learn, and do more of what brings me joy.

I worry less about the expectations of others and care more about what matters to me.

I listen more to my children. I strive to be present for them in the moment they are in, without thinking of the next few to come. I realize the next moment will run away quickly too, but what’s here now is where we are.

I don’t throw endless instructions at my kids, that way their minds are free to discuss what’s important to them. I want to be there to lend my ear, to guide if that’s what they need, to calm, to inspire, to drive.

I worry less about their future, and care much more about their present.

Even though I need glasses now, I see the beauty around me clearly. I slow down as I sip my tea once the morning has settled. I have started to hear the rustling of the leaves, smile at people when I pass them, and appreciate the ever-changing color of the sky. I am grateful to have the opportunity to be amazed by the beauty of nature each and every day.

I worry less about my to-do list and care more about what fills my heart.

As I approach 40, I worry less about what I can’t control and care more about how I can make a difference in the life of the person I know best—myself.

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Chandni Bansal

Chandni Bansal is a freelance writer living in Sydney, Australia and is all about the little voice inside of her talking about love, life and family. Her passion is to write and share stories through life experiences, relationships, motherhood, and lessons learnt along the way as she goes through this busy, funny, imperfect life with her husband and two little angels. More on her blog, Little Voice of Love at https://littlevoiceoflove.com/

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