Almost 46

Soon I will be 46. My eyes are gone: My face reminds me of my Grandma Winnie's: and well... you don't want to know the rest.

I am at mid life or maybe just past by a few years. If cancer doesn't get me, I hope to live to a nice ripe age of 90 or maybe 91... but no more. The fact is that I don't fear death all that much. I enjoy what I can do and the new things I can learn. I enjoy making a difference. Maybe at 90 or 91 I can still make a difference at what I really want to make a difference at. I guess that only makes sense to me and my Lord.

So here I am... almost 46. I am a professional. I hold a great deal in my hands. I work hard. I care a lot. I sacrifice way too much only to be told by society that I get the summer off. That I do. I will never be teacher of the year. I will never win awards. I will never win a marathon or even a 5K. I will never be in the inner circle of any group. But... that's ok.

I have a husband and a family that needs me and loves me. I have friends that stick by me in spite of me.

I am ok with who I am as long as I can keep running.