I’m going to start this first blog post where I’m at: here, and now. 

You see, it’s my birthday. 

I’m an officially-ancient-fifty-six-year-old.

Today’s occasion got me thinking about previous birthdays, and a few stood out in sharp relief. There was the one where I had a fresh new baby, birthed the evening before, in my arms, and the luxury of an entire small birthday cake to myself hovering on the wheeled tray above my lap. Both were an extra special treat since I hadn’t eaten for hours and hours and was actually holding a tiny human, made of stardust and me. 

There was the “Year of 55” -now over- in which I made more intentional changes to align with my true self, than I have in all the years before that combined. 

There were parties I was too young to remember, and years I didn’t celebrate myself, and times that were so hazy, I couldn’t find them on a clear day.

This mental stroll, twisted and switchbacked, inevitably coming to rest on the day of my own birth. 

From all accounts, it was awful.

Oh, how much pain I had caused my mom, the blunt woman was fond of telling me. In fact, she’d said, if she had been given a choice between continuing through my horrifically painful birth and a shotgun death, she’d have taken the shotgun.

There was even once a psychic who once confided in me that as a soul, after I decided to return to earth for another life, I'd begun to question my choice and tried to turn back to the spirit world during my actual birth. 

I periodically wonder if this U-turn was what had made my arrival into this world so bad.

But through the worst pains often come the most amazing gifts. I’m so incredibly grateful for my daughter, the baby who earned me that cake. And I have profound gratitude for my son who teaches me not to worry, and to hurry for no one, my husband who has held me above the surface in the times I felt I would drown, and even for my pets who are my true companions.

The intention for the blog is to reach my people; goofballs like me who love to read and research, but are also entrepreneurs “of an age” with a spiritual mindset. We are serious about what we’re reading, and craft. We’re learning, we’re growing, and we’re committed to following our dreams, and sharing our true selves to help others.

It all starts with allowing ourselves to be curious.

And there will probably be some cussing along the way.

This intentional space is my gift to myself this year. I’d be so happy if you’d come along for the ride.