We dropped off our youngest at college last fall and welcomed the empty nest. We had all been silently dreading the goodbye, but it seemed to go smoothly. She needed some reassurance, so we promised to visit during the first two weeks. She was finding her way, choosing her classes, making new friends.
Right now, you're here. But you want to be there. You can see it so clearly; in fact, if it were any closer, you could just reach out and grab it. So, why don't you just grab it? Just go for it? That was your plan in the days leading up to this year: You were going to do it right. Big. 2013 was going to be your Best. Year. Ever.
My turning 50 coincided with my grandmother turning 100 years old. And as with most old people, I began to reminisce about my life and the many lessons that my grandmother has given me. Then, a friend encouraged me to put those stories to print and write a memoir. At first I thought she was joking, and then I thought she might be drunk, but then I realized she was serious.