On this last day of my half century mark, I'm feeling reflective about my age. How am I different from ten years ago or even twenty years ago? My face is more lined, but I laugh a lot, so I'm okay with my lines. My kids are older, which makes me sad sometimes, but they're amazing adults, so I feel like we did a good job and it makes me feel proud. I've been married almost three decades, which may seem like forever to most, but it's not nearly long enough for me. I haven't had my fill of Mark quite yet. I have a bizarre waxing career that I love and the ability to write books just for fun. So as I stare at the ocean with a lump in my throat and tears in my eyes, I realize that my emotions are all good and I am blessed. Happy hump day!