Re-starting my blog with the note I specially wrote on my 50th birthday, February 2026.
Found a photo of me: A kindergarten girl at a carnival, in butterfly costume made by my wonder mom, alone (yes, she even made the wired wings nights before!). I am looking at that little girl in the picture, quite sure that she looked at another carnival participants with their various costume, in awe 😊
Looking back through the years before hit this magic number 50, I asked myself
Do I have past regrets?
Did I often make wrong decisions? Mistakes?
Sure! A little bit here and there, this and that.
But the blessings are undeniably abundant. I have no right to complain. Grateful, only grateful.
Here I am, breaking my 1,5 years pause episode on online writings. After a health issue, a contemplation and self-reflection episode during recovery: Re-learning myself, again and again.
I’m fifty years old, still breathing means I’m not done yet.
Yes, we may take a pause, we may re-start anytime, and if needed: re-direction.
Cheers to time, to life, to breath: our ultimate privileges.
