So much of growing older for me is getting comfortable with not knowing.
I don’t know when or how loss will shake the very foundation of my life. But I do know that it will come, as it comes to all of us.
I don’t know how I will respond to that inevitable loss and grief but I do know that I have the tools and the most amazing support system to get me through anything that comes my way.
I don’t know how my body and mind will age in spite of all the care I give to both. I do know that I feel immense gratitude for this body that allows me to experience the world and this mind that allows me to process and wonder and dream.
I don’t know when or if I will have a drink again. I do know that I feel my best when I don’t drink.
I don’t know if I will be published. I do know that I continue to write something every single day and even if I knew that I would never be published, I would continue to write.
I don’t know where life will take my daughters. I do know that we have given them deep roots so that may fly.
I may not know what is around the next bend in my day or life but I do know that I try to live my life in this moment which I know is the only moment that truly exists.