This thing called life… I’m still here, still living it, loving it, and the older I get, the more I know I can’t take it for granted.
Today is my 49th birthday, and I’m acutely aware that in ten years, I’ll be the same age my mother was when she died.
So here I am, done with 49 rotations around the sun, 49 chapters in the book of life, and today marks the first day, the first page, of the next.
I miss blogging. The longer form thinking on the page soothes my introverted soul. In honor of this 50th trip, this 50th chapter, I am rededicating myself to this space.
And so it begins.
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