Where do you begin when there isn’t really a starting point?  Real life just happens whether we like it or not.  It’s not a marathon or even a relay race.  There’s nobody to hand the baton to and there aren’t really any rules.  Well, except maybe the obvious ones…try not to kill anyone and don’t show up for work naked.

I think for a long time I thought there was this magic age that you reach when things finally get easier.  Now that I’m 2 days away from turning 42 I realize that’s probably the biggest crock of shit out there and the closest to enlightenment we can plan on getting is knowing it doesn’t exist.  You can meditate, pray, do yoga or eat raw vegetables until the cows come home (all of which I do) and there will be no point at which you wake up and realize you are completely at peace or that you finally “get it”.

The truth is enlightenment sounds boring to me.  The beauty of life is inherent in the struggles.  Trudging up hill in both directions in your bare feet, whether physically or emotionally, makes you a bad ass.  And even if it doesn’t, it doesn’t matter because real life happens whether we like it or not.

So I say let’s share the journey together.  It may not always be pretty but in my world as a divorced, lesbian, working professional mom, there never seems to be a shortage of learning (or laughing) opportunities!