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.

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