I'm not Jewish. Sorry about that.
Also, I meant to publish something about food, but, well, that didn't happen, quite. It may yet but, not quite right now.
I am not sure where to put this post on my blog. While I'd like to say, and started out to say, it's all about the food, really, it's not so much that, it's really all about me. It's all about me on a personal level. I've become retrospective now. I'd like to combine food with this post but, really, in all actuality, not sure I'm going to be able to do that. Not that I've stopped cooking, oh no, I think it's just that this year, I'm really, REALLY seeing my life in compartments and trying to be honest about this phase or that one, and where I am now and where I'd like to be.
Very strange thing for me this year, not to mention, uncomfortable.
Okay, let's bring in the proverbial cat ( a big fat orange one because I like those) and let's let it out of the bag, as it were.
Drum roll, please, if I can get one...I may really prefer trumpets if there are any out there.
In just a few weeks, I am going to reach the half-century mark in my life.
Fifty years on this earth. Fifty. Does that sound old to you because it sure does to me. And I hate to say it but, I'm scared. I'm scared because it sounds like I have not accomplished the things I wanted to do in my life and now, here I am, fifty years old, and still haven't moved heaven and earth like I envisioned I would at some point, and well, what then??
Seriously, what then?
Well, there's this.
I hope I've been good to people. I hope I've helped someone in need. I hope I can leave this earth one day, it being a better place then when I was here, but, can I be assured of that, really?
Maybe it doesn't matter because the whole issue of control won't be mine anyway, at that point.
I just know I love being alive and I love living and I appreciate the opportunity to be here.
So, I was going to publish a post having to do with food and bounty and summer and somehow, I've morphed into this soul-searching issue about turning fifty this year. I know I'm not the only one who's gone on this journey; however, at this point, it's my journey to take.
Come over. Let's talk later, over a chilled bottle of wine, about your journey and mine.