Lately my world has been a little wobbly. Lots going on, busy with a new book, writing for another publication, building friendships and dealing with some personal issues. Then…the bane of women over 30 everywhere. My birthday is one month away. For me this is a really tough birthday, some say it is a reason to celebrate. No, it isn’t a 0, but it does mean I’ve lived longer than nearly all of my family. Genetics, geography, bad luck…my Father’s side of the family fell to all kinds of things, mostly cancer. Not just one kind of cancer, lots of different ones. We used to joke that if nothing happed by the time you were 35, Cancer would get you before 55. That was pretty much true. I’m the last of the line from two generations worth.
Birthdays always make me reflect on my life and what I’ve accomplished, or have yet to accomplish. This one especially. I feel like I owe it to my passed family members to leave a mark. Writing is one way, I get enough comments to know that occasionally something will resonate and make someone think. Teaching is another, there is so much meaning in seeing a student develop confidence and find the joy in shooting.
Reflecting on what is past, dreaming of what may come, somehow makes today seem better. I know I’ve had the honor to touch a few hearts and others have touched mine. I only hope I can continue to do so. Making a difference is about the little things more than the big ones. For touching the life of one person makes it worthwhile.
Thank you for following along with me on this journey.