There are Mondays. Then there are Mondays after your birthday (which is always a little emotional for me) – when you’ve celebrated quietly and avoided all but the most essential questions.
What have I accomplished? Is it what I’m meant to be doing? Is it what I’ve dreamt of doing? What’s next? Who’s coming with me? Why can’t I just eat the cupcakes and chill like most people? (I can’t.)
Especially this year — 2020, the year that keeps on giving and twisting and reshaping our realities in the most profound of ways. I have spent a few days wondering . . . and recovering from a powerful (but totally worth it) hangover.
One more year until 50; 10 more days until we leave these shores for another. Bring it all on.