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Everything keeps getting blamed on my age. The troubles I’m going through with my mom. The hot flashes. The edginess. The fattening around the middle. The knowing more people who have died than I used to.

But no one is crediting the good things to my age. The fact that I am happier than I have ever been in my life, present situation with my mom excluded. That I have grown into a career that suits me. That even though I’m beyond child bearing age, I hope to have a child. That at the end of my forties while every other single woman is complaining about the lack of potential partners out there, I found my big love.

No one wants to give credit to this part of aging – that we are who we have become and I wouldn’t go so far as to say we are satisfied, but we are certainly grateful for all the years of learning that got us to this level of education – the teachings that could never come from a book or a classroom.

I ran into a fellow walker this morning who said he hadn’t seen me of late. And I told him about travels, about my mom, about all that has been going on. He said, it seems like life is a battle. And I said no, life is for the living.

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