Today is my birthday. I turned 47 years old.
No big party, no big fanfare, just a quiet day of futzing and reading and being with my girls. And that's just what I wanted. My extended family and friends sent voice mails and text messages, all telling me they loved me and wishing me a happy day. It made me feel repeatedly loved.
Today was also a day that I was fighting hormone overload.
Doesn't seem fair on one's birthday, now does it?
But, with patience (from the partner far more than from myself) and the appropriate pharmaceuticals, I found a precarious balance. Although I am not yet fully here within myself, I know that I will be soon, and I can see glimpses of myself through the somewhat hazy lens. I will ride yet another wave, and I have confidence that I will eventually land safely on the beach.
And then I will take my first steps into my 48th year.