Welcome to MY Middle Age Experience

When the thought of this writing experience came to me, I started taking notes on my phone. What could I possibly have to write about? What qualifies me to share my experiences? Would anyone read it?

Here is what I have decided.

What could I possibly have to write about? Well....how about 50 years of living some pretty difficult, fun, exciting, insightful things? I have seen shit, lived shit, heard shit, and experienced some pretty amazing/hard/hurtful/beautiful/ugly SHIT. I think the subject matter is covered.

What qualifies me to share my experiences? Honestly? Absolutely freaking nothing. I have no degree in psychology, have written no books on self help, and often don't make the best choices. However, I feel THIS is what makes me who I am. I have insight. I have faith. I have humor. And I have empathy. My stories and thoughts deserve to be written as much as anyone's. So here they are.

Would anyone read it? Well, I've come to the conclusion I don't really know if I care. I need the outlet. I need a place to write what my soul tells me to share. And if one person sees it, I've won. If no one sees it....I'm still winning. That's the great thing about being 50 vs. 30. I don't really freaking care that much anymore. It's really liberating! :)

So, here I go. Walking out on the gangplank of sharing my experience, and hoping to put into the universe some thoughts that I have to offer. I write when the spirit moves me, I write to clear my head, and I write to share a common experience. I'm not here to change anyone's life, but to share what I've learned, and maybe put some goodness out into the universe.

That's it. That's what I got. That's what I'm doing.

Welcome to Musings from MY Middle Age.