Right in the Middle

I turned 45 last week and it was one of the happiest weeks I can remember. I'm not saying this to brag, to say that I've got the age thing conquered. I have good days and bad days with it, and when I have my bad days I do my best to laugh at myself and remember that I'm pretty much the same girl I was when I was five and heading off to kindergarten, and that my grandfather who is now 87 and struggling with great pain and congestive heart failure (he's in hospice care with my parents) is as well.

No, the joy wasn't so much for the birthday (though it was fun), but just because. I have all of the same money worries I had last year (don't most of us?), the same possible challenge with headaches, but I'm also in a place of flow with work, realizing a new client is going to be really fun to work with, and inching forward slowly with my own writing.