55

 

Photo by Ray Bilcliff

Looking out through the rain drizzled window in March

I see April approaching with my birthday in tow.

55

Over half a century, fifty years since I was in kindergarten,

thankful that I am past the decades of awkwardness and

not being comfortable in my own skin.

Thankful that I am past the years of searching.

I am capable and competent, comfortable in who and what I am, 

confident with where I am.

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I am.

I have arrived.

Every moment is lived in peace and to its fullness with acceptance.

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No dreams have I, but I greet the the future with curiosity

and excitement. Yes, there are goals.

Practicality requires that I meet goals to tend to my needs

for who will care for me in my years to come?

An ageless spirit necessitates seeking experiences

-moments-

with family, friends, the forests of Oregon,

my cats, myself, my imagination.

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I welcome it with open arms!

I am old and I am young.

I am the middle child of Longevity.

I am alive.  I have conquered

myself.

(Originally published 2024/03/31 at 5:52 pm)