In a four months I will be 50. Where did all the years go? Does everyone ask that question when they reach that milestone? In some form or another, I believe that they must.
It was yesterday that I was a young woman awaiting the birth of my first baby. A daughter. I was certain.
No, it was a thousand years ago. Another lifetime. Another woman.
The truth. It was both.
I am settling into the woman whom I have become. I am making peace with her as well as the young woman who brought me to this place. I am forgiving the mistakes that the younger one made. I am looking forward to the future ahead of the older one.
This is the life that I have been given. This is the life that I have chosen. This is both.
I look forward – and still behind.