I have been thinking and over thinking and thinking and over thinking about life. Probably because the over thinking is who I am and more likely because this is the year I turn 50 years old.
50. So many people are mortified by that number: I am not.
I am amazed by that number. I had no idea I would live to be 50 years old. Who knew that there would be so many things that would be different from when I was a kid? And yet, so many things are still the same.
When I was choosing my one little word, I thought about what I like to do–not what I am good at or can do at the drop of a hat….what do I like to do?
I like to write. Nothing fancy, nothing to write home about (LOL’ing at that) or anything that I would send off for publication. Just writing. I like to write my name, I like to write notes, I like to copy quotes, I like to practice my handwriting, I like to write about food, I like to write about my daily life, I like to write thank you notes, I like to make lists. I like to write.
It became clear to me that in my 50th year of life my one little word is: write.