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Lost between seasons

Yes I am lost, as the title suggests. I am 59 and sometimes I lie in bed at night and just repeat my age to myself, as it feels unbelievable that I am turning 60. I am trying to get past this, but I am not sure how. No amount of angst will change the reality. Remembering what I did each decade helps to account for the years. A huge clump of years were spent in child rearing. Recalling that helps me to feel better and like there was some purpose to my…