I was resisting arriving at the anniversary and what I perceived it symbolized. Not that I had any control over it arriving, it was coming in 365 days whether I was ready or not.
But I do feel like this lumbering freight train is emerging from a long dark tunnel. Like I've been released from merely surviving into a season of reviving. And I am hopeful to once again thrive. And I have no doubt I will.
I have so much to be grateful for. My husband took very good care of me for 37 years and he ensured that will continue. I have so many fantastic memories - both the good and the bad, and the legacy of our children sustains me daily. I know Jesus walks with me, carrying me when necessary, and even giving me the occasional perverbial slap upside the head. I have some really great friends and I have things in my life that give me purpose. Onward and upward, I say.
I've been a bit lax in blogging but figured since it is once again the 28th I should just sit down and do it.
And being the 28th of December, it is my birthday. Freedom 55 they say. Fricking old I say. It really struck me yesterday when I was filling out some sort of online form. I had to check off my age. I was so excited that (for the last time) I could check off 45-54 as my category. Today I entered the 55+ group. Yikes! It's not even 55-64. Nope. Just 55+. I'm now in the same age group as the 80 year-olds.
Oi. How am I supposed to thrive under these conditions.
