At almost 43, I’m still trying to figure it out. There are times when I feel like a teenager, dipping a toe into the warm waters of adulthood. Then there are times when I feel like an old hand at this grown~up thing, jumping head first into the deep end. I’m playful and mischievous. Quick to laugh. Even quicker to anger. I’m creative but can go long periods of time without creating. I love deeply and I love hard. I don’t always show it. A lot of spoken words hurt my ears. Written words soothe my soul. I don’t sleep. I won’t give up coffee. I’m a survivor. A fighter. A wife. A mother. A grandmother. Most importantly, I’m a child of God.