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50. The big five oh. Half a century. 18, 250 days.

Without real warning, without fanfare, and without a really good reason, 50 is barrelling down on me like a freight train.

Scheduled to arrive next week. On Thursday. Which is kind of cool, since I was born on a Thursday.

There will be celebration. Dinner out at a favorite restaurant. Dinner cooked by hubby the next night. And some introspection, I'm thinking...between celebrations and over the weekend to follow.

I think...I'm happy. I'm definitely engaged with life, with current events, and am now creating a new career, new future, so that state should hold indefinitely. I'm happy in love. I'm fulfilled as a Mom. I have an amazing group of friends that..sustain me, and for whom I am eternally grateful.

But motherofgawd it's happened fast.

I mean, just yesterday...I was giving birth to my son, who turns 25 6 days after I turn 50. Just yesterday!

And immediately following that, ok, 4 years later..my daughter was born.

And everything from then to 3 years ago....was a blur.

And then she left for college, and you got to witness my personal evolution on this blog.

And now...50 is here.

And frankly, I'm not sure if I'm ready. But I'm pretty sure I'll be the one to adjust because it's coming whether I'm comfy with the idea or not, no?


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