It's 4 am. I'm thinking about my life. I've done some amazing things. Maybe because I'm on a health kick, I've been reevaluating where I am in life. I'm 52, childless, and a government worker. And I'm also 52, an author with two books, a lawyer who enjoys helping people as a deputy public defender and a creative who has a loving husband and a dog, both of whom she loves to distraction.
Why am I up? I can't sleep. I'm downstairs because Chewbacca has nighttime howling issues. Is it sundowners, impacted by his old age? He still looks like a puppy but is over a hundred in dog years. I try not to get irritated with him even though he's impacting my sleep. Seriously impacting it.
This is life. Life at fifty. Life in the year of 2024. Post Covid, and hopefully post Trump presidency forever. I bring up Covid because it taught me to put better boundaries with work. It taught me I could put my books into the world. It taught me to love being at home. It taught me to value myself and it taught me to be who I am. There's a power in owning who you are. There's only one you. One me.
I gotta get some sleep but before I do. Just remember that life is short, precious and beautiful. It's flipping beautiful.
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