Edge of Fifty

Last year was tough. Losing my dad was so painfully unexpected. This year, I have been stuggling to come to terms with my upcoming 50th birthday. Fifty just seems so… old. It’s like I am suddenly hyperaware of this ever present sense that my days are finite and limited.

Despite all the doom and gloom, I have been more thankful than ever for all the precious moments that have brought me joy. Here are a few snapshots of simple things that have made me happy these past few months…