If I wanted anything to represent this past year that I’ve spend being 50 it’s probably this photie.
It wasn’t always an easy route to walk, and I know the next year will be no different. But the balance has shifted because these days I’m happy more often than I thought I could be and simply more than I remember being for, well, forever.
I have a bit more focus, a bit more energy and a lot more smiles. The joy in just being me is there again when I look for it.
50 was a good year and I celebrate it’s passing with joy and with hope for the future in my 51st state.
Whatever the hell that will be.