“She did a little soul-searching, the way one does on the big birthdays. She asked herself when was the last time she’d felt truly light, joyous, and—yes—creative in her own skin. To her shock, she realized that it had been decades since she’d felt that way.”

― Elizabeth Gilbert, Big Magic: Creative Living Beyond Fear

Here I am at day 50, finally out of my back yard! I won’t lie, there were thoughts about stopping, after all, 50 is a good solid number. But now I wonder what else is it I am suppose to learn?

I have blogged now for almost 15 years. It is what I know. I have used it as a journal for sure, but also as a place to grow creatively how ever, lately it has become a bit mundane, repetitive and, a bit tedious. As I look at turning 71 in a few weeks, I wonder if it is time to maybe mix things up a bit, maybe take some risks. As the path of life goes, I see glimpses of the stop sign down the road with only a few turn-outs lining the path. I am not complaining, but dang, it is now or never.

I told my husband yesterday that I do not want to be at that stop sign wishing I would have done more of the things that make me feel alive. I can see how deeply I have pulled into myself over the past few years. Content to work with what I have available, in the tiny spot I occupy in the world. I am hoping something calls to me over the nex 50 days. Something with a bit more substance. I have my thinking cap on and some creative souls to help me along.