
45.
This morning,
before I found the fortitude to crawl out from under the cozy covers
my own age
(that actual number)
landed itself right in the middle of my mind.
Plopped with a thud
and sank deep.
This isn’t mid life.
That was five years ago.
Maybe.
If I’m a statistic.
(And a lucky one at that.)
This is the other side.

And I have no idea what’s remaining
(like all the rest of humanity)
And I have barely an inkling of an idea of
How to Get There.
But I do know,
deeply and profoundly,
that I don’t want to miss it.
This Life.
This Adventure.
Sunshine. Rain.
I plan to enjoy my life.
To live my life.
To be in my own life.

________________________________
