My name is Deanna and I’m 45 years old

Whew! I wrote it and it didn’t kill me. I’m generally not all that freaked out by birthdays but they do tend to make me reflective, sort of like New Year’s Eve. I was awake rather early this morning, lying in bed trying to go back to sleep. That rarely works so I found myself thinking of where I want to be when I turn 50. I’ve got a couple of things in mind and plan to spend a bit of time contemplating where I want to go from here. I’ll let you know what I come up with.