I hope I look this pretty when I turn 50! As the year winds to an end, I'm trying to keep a perspective about my place in time and space. I'm part of a universe that seems to be off kilter. There's this odd juxtaposition between beauty and peace and honor alongside horrible evil and greed and distruction. You can't tune out or check out and deem it everyone else's problem. At the least, you have to demand that your voice be heard, even if it's every four years. 

This too shall pass. I want to be better for it.