Lessons at 50

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Tomorrow I am turning 50. It is weird because I still feel the vulnerability of 18, the drive of 30, and the wonder of a child. I’m sitting here with sunlight streaming through my window, listening to music and feeling the stirrings of something new. And, honestly, it’s fucking miraculous.

I have felt so consumed by my grief over the past two years — and it is still there, pulling me and washing over me in unexpected ways. But there is…