Looking Forward

Yesterday was my birthday -- I turned fifty-one. Which makes today the first day of my second half-century.

It sounds pretty neat, actually. I've never had any age hang-ups, and thoroughly agree with this cartoon by The Oatmeal, but being fifty-one feels unusually cool. The Start Of My Second Half-Century sounds like a beginning, and it's a beginning to something pretty darned big. There's an excitement in that, like I'm starting a new slate and I can write whatever I want on it. The past is even more past than usual, and this is the first step into the future, like I've come to a whole, huge beach of fresh sand to leave footprints on.

That's what it feels like, anyway, and I'm looking forward to the next chunk of my life.

Angie