Ok. let's get serious. I apologize for my previous posting. I guess this is a little weird to me. I thinking no bodies really comfortable talking about themselves. I am often the person friends come to for advice, i have this ability to listen but am very cautious when it comes to sharing. This is a trait I've sort of grown into over the years, but now that I've hit the big " 50 ". I've given myself permission to be open and share the things that make me happy (the sound of rain on my window), the things that make me sad (anything or anyone unloved), and the things that give me joy (smiles and kind words). It's that simple. I try not to do complicated and exist in this bubble of mutual respect.
The fact that I am a mother only means that I have mothered children, but knowing my children shows that they are deeply loved. The fact that I now find myself 50 years young, only means that I have been blessed to explore and discover for 50 years. The fact that I am of a darker skin tone just means that I got lucky:). I like who I've grown to be and who I've yet to discover anything to the contrary is of no importance to me. I appreciate all that has shown up in this life and I look forward to any and all new and loving experiences.
It's not complicated.