Being present in this new stage of my life requires diligence. It is me being diligent of not looking at my past with longing and trying to hold on. It is me being diligent about not looking into my future with foreboding. I may not be where I thought I was going to be, but I am where I need to be. I listen to my Elders with anticipation. I listen to the younger generation with awe. For my contemporaries, I am witnessing a struggle. I realize this may be my projecting my internal discourse. I am witnessing people holding onto a time in their past when they were bold, confident, and inspiring with a desperate-ness. They hold onto anger as a salve to cool fresh wounds from their past. They struggle to forgive because letting go is likened to falling into an abyss. Their unwillingness to accept life as it is may mean that they’ve given up. I’m discovering my middle place (Middle Age) is exciting and continues to be filled with passion. The changes my body is going through reminds me of my connection to creation. Season change, so do I, and time will move along without any effort.