50!

I will be 50 years old in a few months. It kinda blows my mind!

I look back on the stretch of years and it does seem like such a long time. The weird part is, despite everything, I feel like I’m not a finished person yet.

When I say not “finished”, I mean it in the sense of “I’m not done being made”. I’m still learning and growing.

The growing part amazes me. Every day I find a new way to be a better person. (Or, unfortunately, sometimes I discover some new way I suck.) I file it all away for future reference and try to remember it when I need it. The thing is, I’m running out of the future in that equation. That’s the bit that boggles my mind, ‘cause when am I supposed to have life all figured out?? It’s not happened yet.

Lately, all things considered, I’m thinkin’ maybe I won’t ever have it all figured out. And that’s okay.

Maybe, we’re not supposed to stop working on our lives, even up to the end. Maybe, our peace is in knowing everyone is figuring it out as we go along, each in our own way.

Perhaps that’s where forgiveness comes into play. If we’re all bumping around, trying to figure out life, we should cut each other (and ourselves) some slack. THAT idea is definitely one I wished I would have figured out sooner.