This is 50…
Be you.
Be raw, and open, and vulnerable…expose what lies within you without fear.
Judgment may come but so long as honesty lives within you; there is no distress of others harsh words.
You have a right to be here…and there, and over here, and
Right there even if only for a little while.
Wrap your arms around your tears for they are gifts from your soul telling you to listen to what they were meant to teach you.
You have fallen more times than you can count. Sometimes someone saw. Keep the ones that extended a hand close to you. Smile and walk away from the ones that pointed and jeered.
But always, always, always be the one who lifts you from the cold damp earth. Give yourself the truest gift you can. Love yourself…truly, madly, deeply.
This is 50.
These are the gifts given to you. You just needed to grow old enough to receive them.

