I’m waking up and it’s Chapter Two. In my “life after fifty”, I now occasionally catch sight of daylight and realize there is a shift happening in my life. But what do I do about these questions I’m searching for the answers to? I feel like the first 25 years of my life happened to me, rather than by me. I guess there were choices, but looking back now, it feels like the choices were made for me. I never really felt like I was making decisions for myself. I…
