The great thing about getting older is that you don’t lose all the other ages you’ve been.
The truth is that there are some ages I could do without. It’s been a rocky road.
My twenties were brutal; but joy-filled too with the births of my children, so there’s that.
My life was ripped apart and chaotic in my thirties; but I stood strong and made important decisions, with great pain came positive change.
Life got good around forty.
It got great around fifty.
Today, I mark my fifty-ninth birthday and the view from here is pretty sweet. Not perfect, not necessarily what I expected, but sweet nonetheless.
I’ll spend the day in simple happy gratitude.