I was thinking earlier today of what it is to be my age. I’m 50, about to cruise onto 51 soon.

Ten years ago I wasn’t sure if I was leaving the ICU, but here I am today. If I said to myself 10 years ago, I would be traveling the US in an RV trailer in 2025. I know I would be happy to hear that, not sure I would have believed it.

5 Years ago, this was my dream, actually a fantasy at the time. It looks a lot different then I thought it would, very grateful for that. I have been working diligently on creating this life.

I’m very happy to be 50, not necessarily the age. I’m happy to finally feel comfortable in my own skin. Understanding, more like accepting all of me, all of my imperfections, scars, and loving me all the more.

I’m a fabulous little weirdo! Life has been far more interesting, and fun