I’m not always patient. Or maybe I’m just not very good at being patient when I have my heart set on something.

I’m trying to make peace with myself, with who I am, with my place in the world. Yeah, maybe now that I’m 47 it’s time I started figuring these things out.

I am happier now than I thought possible. I can’t say I’m content, because much still needs to change. Progress, not perfection, isn’t that how the bumper sticker goes?

One day at a time; that’s another bumper sticker. That’s what I’m doing. I realize now this is the key to my peace – letting as much go as I can. Am I ‘settling for less?’ Am I giving up on some things? I guess that depends on how you choose to look at it.