You go through life with rules and regulations constantly reminding you to do this and that, follow that road or path, and don’t talk to strangers who will lead you astray. But what is life without adventure, making up your own mind on choices, opinions, and existence.
Getting to 58 years of age is a battle (married, with kids and luckily they are still close, geographically and emotionally) but you have won your war, conquered your fears and perhaps your dreams have come true.
You got over the adoption process, and later in life found your bloodline by accident on Facebook of all places, yes! you met the fabulous family and knew you belonged. Such a pity that it occured at the same time as your redundancy.
And now you have the time to write, to ponder, to dream and be you.