Once I was young. . .
Today I am Fifty. While that might have an ominous ring to it (and believe me it does), I also look back at what that means. I have lived thus far, a good life for the most part. Far from story-book perfection, but certainly better than 98% of the world's population. That brings me to the topic of gratitude. While there are certainly some grumbles associated with a new decade before me, mostly I find that I am increasingly aware and grateful for all that I have NOT had to experience, and all that I have been blessed to. My memories are a collection of happy experiences, delightful and loving connections and educational encounters. Before me is a wide open expanse of possibilities. The mirror could be more gentle, and yet it is possibly a pretty good friend with a bit of gentle chiding mixed in with the honest appraisal to be found there. It could be worse afterall. 50 years ago, I came into this world with a holler. ...