At midnight tonight, I will begin my 50th year. I will only be turning 49 years old, but I will have begun my 50th year of life on this earth.
This past year I made many new acquaintances, welcomed one or two dear friends into my close circle of life, ushered out a few who were becoming terrorists with my inner peace, and continued to learn as much about myself as I possibly could – about my permanent and ever-changing self, and the world around me. I am eager to welcome new folks into my life, and am certain there will be those who will need to be ushered out of the auditorium for causing a disturbance, or who will move along by their own volition.
It seemed as though this time last year, I was attending a number of family and friends funerals. Several folks made premature departures and are still sadly missed. And there were some folks in my life who decided it was time to move on in a different direction. I wish them well.
The saddest departure had to be that of my dear little pal, Flyer. Not a day goes by that I don’t miss her beautiful spirit, her everlasting devotion, and her companionship. Perhaps one day, I shall be able to think about her, or discuss her without tears filling my eyes. Rest in peace my beloved pal.
Although I’ve already accomplished two items on my Live Out Loud experience that will officially commence tomorrow, I am excited to embark on the next 47 adventures. I still have several more to add to the list, and I am sure those will be terribly creative and fun.
So, here’s to the last full day of being in my 40s – or for those who still do not grasp this concept – my last day of being 48 years old.