When I turned 40, I was fresh-eyed and hopeful for the future.
Becoming suddenly swept put to sea by someone else’s mid-life crisis sucked me into a ten year rip tide of fighting for recovery.
Turning 50, 51, and now 52 requires no real reaction except that it has taken cognizant self-differentiating from how outdated “norms” of society want to categorize me.
I am “other” than what is expected to be perceived.
It is my consolation prize to myself that I refuse to compromise as I reestablish my identity.
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