I hear, read and see (more often than I care to) how I should be at this point in my life. Luckily, having long-passed that society-identified benchmark when I turned 45 ( soon as I find that column wherein I wrote about that extended celebration in Key West, I'll post it. Now that was a helluva birthday party!), I could give two shits about how anyone else thinks I should be.
I'm grateful though, that I've been able to see some shit, do some shit and more importantly, learn some shit -- that really matters. My next "bucket list" item is to be able to openly and honestly share all of that shit with others who can see themselves in my lessons.
Life is something wonderfully amazing, and powerful, and painful, and certainly instructive -- all wrapped up into one. I appreciate that, as of today at least, I continue to have the opportunity to figure it all out. ♬ Happy birthday to me; Happy birthday to me; Happy birthday dear De-e-e-b; Happy birthday to me!♬