Celebrating the Conundrum of Turning 38

Thirty-eight.

I guess this is the tipping point when facing the fact 

that another trip around the sun is a real conundrum. 

You’re told aging is what we all have to fear, 

but I’m finding out it’s something to hold dear. 

I’m on a winding path to becoming my truest self…

by dusting off some things left on my childhood shelf.

These years are both recognizing so many limitations 

while also having the grace and grit to grow. 

It’s realizing some dreams for me, for him, for them 

while simultaneously letting so many others go.

It’s losing yourself in laying down your life, and a whole lot of strife 

But in thin margins and moments, rediscovering pieces of myself 

which I guess is the mystery…the mess and magic of midlife.

It’s with full hands, a full house, a full head, but mostly a full heart 

that I’m walking into this year with, while practicing hope at the start