I started this blog fifty days before my 50th birthday. That was last year. Now I’m staring at the back-end of life, hoping that I have another good 40 in me. Some days I wake up feeling my age. At other times, I can’t believe I’m a day over 35.
I come from a place where a woman doesn’t reveal her age. And I arrived via a corporate job in Hawaii, marriage, a miscarriage and motherhood, living abroad, and cancer…twice.
If I am grateful for the journey of so many years in the rear view mirror, it is because I understand the alternative to celebrating another birthday…
…is to not have one to celebrate at all.
This is my life, navigating the middle through adolescents, menopause, aging parents and other debris. Somedays, I’m just trying not to get hit.