So 37. It’s a wrap.

This is the last night that 37 will be my buddy.  When I wake in the morning I will magically be connected to 38.  No different than tonight, and yet never the same.

The number itself is just a marker of what is.  And yet it is somehow symbolic of so much more.  It is easy to use our age as a highlighter to mark all the things not done, the goals not achieved and all that isn’t in our lives.  I refuse to make this a post of those things.  They do not need any more attention, and so the delete key will be my friend.  I will use that key until 37 and I are able to comfortably part ways.

So as I am preparing to say goodbye to 37, and a “why, hello there” to 38, how am I feeling?  I am feeling grateful and strong and hopeful and creative and inadequate and weak and teary.  Normal?  I certainly hope so.

Reflections of 37:

– I learned that gratitude is a life changer

– I learned that daily practice has real power

– I learned that my body will bite back if I don’t nurture it

– I learned the importance of being able to Believe

– I learned that it’s OK to ask for help

– I learned that there are things that cannot be “fixed”.  They simply need to be accepted and loved.  As they are

– I learned that Bayley has an amazing artistic talent

– I learned that Coby reminds me to be present and to look at and feel the world around us with him

– I learned that Tyben has a love of the physicality of our bodies and movement

– I learned that Sabrina is a sparkle in our family

– I learned that Dean is prepared to support me, even when he has nothing left

– I learned that I love to write

– I learned that things change so very slowly and in the blink of an eye

So 37, we’re done.  The calendar says that we are no longer right for each other.  A new playmate arrives tomorrow.  I have learned so very much from you 37, and I thank you for that.  I hope that 38 and I can dance and play together.  37, you were a bit serious.

K xxx