I woke up with a huge pimple, new wrinkles, and a sore body. Started the day crying and then was forced to snap out of it (kids have a way of making you do that). I did laundry and took Stevie to the dentist. It was a regular day, topped off with the knowledge that I’m getting older. A blessing and a curse. Searching for a balance of being grateful, but wanting more. An overwhelming sense of being loved and loving many, along with a crushing weight of loneliness. Or maybe just being alone with my thoughts too often. What a trip this life is. It doesn’t always make sense. But I continue trying to grasp on and embrace the good with the bad, because it wouldn’t be anything without both.