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It must be the wind

Whenever I get into a weird emotional space I step back and count my blessings, of which there are a multitude.

My daughter is about to graduate from a really good college, and it appears her prospects are growing.

My son is gainfully employed by the university from which he graduated, in an international location, and besides being busier than he'd like most days, he's thriving, gaining valuable skills and is afforded opportunities most people twice his age haven't enjoyed. I know this, because I am twice his age. :)

My husband is healthy and sassy and appears to adore me even after 26 years in the trenches with me. For this I am eternally grateful.

I am on a path of my own creation, one on which I am immersed in the study of a 5000 year old medicine and am stretching my intellectual self to, and beyond, limits most days.

My marketing consulting work is going well, though I would like to have a few more clients so that when the ebbs happen, which they do, they won't be quite so fear inducing.

Overall, things are great. I am about to have another birthday, and it's not a decade one or one that should cause much in the way of angst or concern. Last year was the biggie for awhile, and I'm good with where I'm at, though I do wish gravity wouldn't be quite such an relentless force some days. Or most days.

Why, then, do I feel a sense of unease,  one that causes a figurative itching beneath my skin and a perpetual off balance sensation in my emotions?

What is going on, and how much control do I actually have over the outcome this time?


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