In a couple of months, approximately 87 days, I will celebrate my 50th birthday. It doesn't bother me to admit this. It is however, a strange and peculiar feeling to look back over my life and realize...almost 50 years have gone by in the blink of an eye!
I can still vividly recall playing in the dirt with my little brother as we corralled pill-bugs and made houses out of pebbles and sand. He was about 2 and I was about 4...I can still smell the trees and feel the dirt between my little toes.
50 years...just doesn't seem possible, and yet, it is.
I chased a dream from the time I was 8 or 9 until a year ago when I caught that dream and made it my reality.
I fear that the chase might have been my driving force and not necessarily the attainment of the dream itself.
So...what do I do now?
Somehow I doubt that this old body has another 50 years left in it. Therefore, in light of how fast these past 50 years have flown by, it's a bit imperative that I figure out just what it is I want to do, to achieve, to accomplish with the remainder of my life that's left on this earth.
I'd write an autobiography if I thought a single soul would read it. But who wants to read about the life of an ordinary, boring, nobody of a woman who at times has made some mighty serious mistakes, shed many a tear and had enough heartbreak to last her two life times?
And so, I sit here trying to figure out what it is I need to do and how it is I am to get started doing those things once I figure out what they are.
Where do I go from here?
Come on, Father God! Give me a CLUE...PLEASE!
