It's Time to Prepare to Die
This year has been the ugliest of gifts.
I’ll be 39 this November.
The final year of my 30s.
The end of my fourth decade of living.
The undeniable entrance to middle age.
This year has been an awakening like no other.
There’s honestly no better way to describe it.
A reckoning, yes. A series of massive deaths and rebirths, for sure. A humbling heroine’s journey that quite literally took the wind from my body and forced me to surrender to a disease that derailed all my plans, most definitely. A beautiful and unexpected curveball that showed how much I’ve healed this past decade (especially last year), absolutely. And still, awakening feels most accurate.
a·wak·en·ing (/əˈwākəniNG/)
noun: an act of waking from sleep; an act or moment of becoming suddenly aware of something. adjective: coming into existence or awareness.