Square Peg ● Round Hole







On the eve of my 49th birthday, I am on the cusp of the year of saying no.   I can sense the confusion as there are countless people screaming from the rooftops that they are participating in the year of saying “yes”, but hear me out on this one.

Every since my knee surgery, I have become increasingly aware of the aging process.  My knee is not healing as we had hoped, so a knee replacement is on the agenda for the end of the year.   My metabolism has taken a hiatus and didn’t leave a forwarding address and don’t get me started on the my body parts and energy level hanging “low”.    However, I am saying no, or at the very least, firmly taking matters into my own hands.  I am saying no to aging and yes to defying it.   It sounds like a Revlon commercial, but the last seven weeks with my knee has actually been an epiphany.

It doesn’t have to be a battle, I just needed to come to terms with it.    The last year of my forties will be a preparation for my kick-ass fifties.    New knee sprinkled with hormone replacement therapy will hopefully give me a positive spin on the aging process.   It is a journey and menopause is certainly an interesting pit stop along the way.    What I need to keep in mind is that despite my body losing its edge, my mind and creative process seems so vital and young that it gives me hope that one day both will be in sync.    Still in the process of creating myself, I look forward to the final product.