Halftime

Sitting here on my couch enjoying my wonderful fireplace and some peaceful, reflective space.  I am 42 years old today.  I have been alive for 42 years!  When my cousin Fawna and I were little we'd talk about all the things we planned to do when we were 30 because that's the oldest we could possibly imagine when we were 10 - we truly couldn't fathom 42.

My age doesn't bother me - I stopped being concerned about aging when Fawna kicked cancer the first time before we had even reached our magical age of 30.  What has struck me is that I am about halfway through pretty big milestones in my life - halfway through my career, halfway through raising my kids to adulthood, possibly even halfway through my life.

So, here I am at halftime - thinking of all the things that have happened over the last 20 some years and wondering what the next half holds.  At Christmas, my family was playing that coffe table game where you ask questions and my dad asked the question 'what is one dream that you have?'  I realized in that moment that all of my dreams have come true and I have no more.  My mom thought that sounded like I was depressed but it really was just the realization that I hadn't thought about anything beyond having a good marriage, healthy children and a rewarding job.

At halftime, I find myself grateful for all that I have and knowing that it's time to dream again.