The End of the Year

It's here. The day that the number changes on all the forms yet to be filled out in offices I have yet to enter. Today marks the 50th anniversary of my birth, so now I can look back on 50 years. When I think of myself, I am not really any age though. I'm just here and working and being a mom and getting things done or going on vacation or writing a poem or knitting or brushing my teeth. I am no longer young, but I don't feel that I'm old yet. I'm just here.