Today is my birthday. I am 48 years old. Am I sad about being 2 years out from fiddy? No way. I'm ecstatic about turning 48. I'm not sure why. I'm sure that the death of my beloved sister-in-law, Memory, at the age of (barely!) 51 has made me more grateful for every year. Still, it's more than that. I've been thinking a lot about what I want from life, what is working in my life and what isn't. I'm turning inward, looking for answers deep inside. Looking for peace and stability--that small still voice within. It's awfully hard to hear it over the din. And that's why I have decided to take a break from this blog for a while. I've had a love-hate relationship with it from the beginning. I'm a very private person, so putting my thoughts out here for the whole world to see has been somewhat painful, even though I blog somewhat anonymously. It feels risky to put myself out here for all the world to see and comment on, and yet, it feels dishonest, this blogging anonymously. It's a quandry. And I have such limited time for creativity. Blogging seems to me to be a conversation, and so I am aware of my "audience." I temper my potty mouth, my political and religious beliefs, my thoughts, my soul. In my private journals and creative pursuits, I am most authentically me. And that's what I need more of right now. As the Peas say, Imma Be Me. Offline, at least for a while.