I had a birthday a couple of weeks ago and decided that turning 52 is not very exciting.  Turning 30 was incredibly exciting - filling me with a sense of incredible potential and power.  Turing 40 was fulfilling - feeling like I had come into my own.  Then the realities of my 40’s hit - caring for aging parents, health issues, changing jobs a couple of time and I got worn down.  Turning 50 was really hard for me.  I couldn’t figure out how to define myself.  I got quite confused and a little depressed.  Was my life over - on the down hill slide?  Was I just transitioning to a new chapter of my life and what did that chapter look like?  It was a trauma for me.

But turning 52 - not so much trauma.  The saying on my calendar that week was……”Accept that once or twice you’ll have to hold your nose, close your eyes, and jump off life’s high board.”  I never did much like jumping off the high board at the Swea City pool when I was growing up.  It usually gave me a headache, but I kept doing it just to prove that I could.  Kinda like getting older, you just keep doing it.  Some days it gives you a headache and some days it seems like quite the accomplishment.

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