Saturday night.

My childhood best friend and her daughter just left for the night.

Rain is lightly plinking on the window panes.

Fire is going, cinnamon-scented candles are burning.

Music is serenading in the background.

The Christmas tree is up for the season, lights twinkling.

My thirteen year old is downstairs,

Heavily involved in a heated game of Rainbow on the PS4.

Even my cat, Phineas. is in a contemplative state on the chair next to me.

These are the nights I live for…

Solitude, warmth, all my loves under one roof.

Gratitude inevitably sets in…

As I look around at my quaint little home that I built for myself.

There is nothing I could want in this life that I don’t already have.

This quiet before the snowstorm rolls in reminds me of the anticipation that life still holds for me.

I am forty, but I have so much ahead of me.

The world really is my oyster, and the pearl I plan to create is unknown but in waiting.

Heidegger talks of technology as a way of revealing truth.

My life and the means with which my truth is revealed all depends on what I employ, what tools I use to reveal what is already meant for me.

This is not fate but a choice, a power I have to reveal my potential and make it a reality.

We all have this standing reserve waiting to be revealed. It does not reveal itself unless some form of energy unlocks it.

Where will I put my energy? What am I meant to do? What is calling me forth?

I feel the weight of this moment in time…

That the next steps I take in my life will steer my ship to what is meant for me.

That, of course, is inevitable, but the weight of my decisions still impacts my future.

Ironically, as I contemplate these next steps, a song called Lost Boy comes on the radio, a song about Peter Pan.

As I wrestle with this midlife crossroads, I am drawn to that song…

And how fun it would be to run away and be a lost boy in Neverland.

Maybe somewhere in Neverland is the answer.

Maybe I need to be a lost boy for a while, playing in make believe, fighting pirates and flying through the air, avoiding my feet being planted firmly on the ground.

I never really allowed myself to do that growing up.

I always had goals…I was always looking ahead.

Maybe it is time to play a little. What would I do if I could do anything?

My Wendy is downstairs searching for her own Neverland.

Maybe I need to give her permission to explore, to adventure, to create.

Maybe I need to lead by example.

We are nothing without our art, our soul, our creativity, our spirit.

I used to love to dance. I love to sing. I won’t win any Tony awards, but I do love it.

Truly living, taking risks, taking a leap of faith….requires bravery.

It is time to jump into the direction of my destiny.

We are all meant for something greater than we could ever understand.

If we immediately understood it, we would probably never do it.

We need it to be revealed slowly…in that anticipation.

That is why we only see the step in front of us on the mountain.

We don’t see the summit nor the view from the summit until we are there…

And it is revealed to us through hard work, toil, and faith.

That word…Faith.

It’s not about believing something specific but, rather, believing that truth will reveal itself if we continue searching, climbing, reaching.

Truth can’t be revealed until we summon it. Energy is always there waiting to be revealed…energy is potential.

Potential means nothing until we act.

I may never know what my true purpose on earth is or was.

It will more than likely be revealed after I am gone through those I impacted directly or indirectly.

I have always said that my legacy is my daughter. But it’s more than that.

My legacy is truly revealed one step at a time in my journey…in all the people (conservative and liberal) I interact with and impact. Think about that.

My daughter’s potential will be revealed with her own decisions but my energy goes with her.

I birthed her, gave her life, guided her, and released her to her self.

Back to forty.

Age is gained perspective…thank goodness.

I’ll take perspective over young, taut skin any day.

I kinda like my wrinkles…they mark my path and remind me how far I have come.

Beauty is another revelation, another revealing as we age. True beauty.

The moral of this rant is…all will be well and revealed in time.

Relax, have fun, be joyful, find purpose, connect.

The journey, the revealing, is happening daily. Don’t miss it.

Live, my friends….and be well.