Tomorrow it starts… In addition to my 50×50 countdown, I’m going through my brain and writing about fifty memories. Things that have happened, shaped me, guided me, and probably even tortured me a little. The discussion in my head? Do I make them all happy and positive? No, of course not. Life isn’t bliss. Life is just this – it just is the day to day, hard work, up/down, in/out drudgery. Sometimes, it is amazing -laughter, sunshine, warm puppy snuggles. Other times, it knocks you down, kicks you in the butt, and drags you down lower before it makes you it’s bitch and slaps you again.

I’ll always try to be kind, reflect through the learning lens, and see how the event shaped or changed me. Things teach of ‘stuff’, even if we don’t see it right away. It isn’t always positive. I’m a positive, optimistic person – annoyingly so, sometimes, but some of these memories are painful to think of and some just don’t make sense.

Some memories? Well, they just make me laugh! I can’t be all serious all the time. I am much less serious than I used to be – that’s probably one of the memories that’ll come up. “How Corrie became less serious and made fart jokes”. Approaching this with humour, I’m hoping, will help ease some of the more difficult moments.

I do know that this is about growing and moving forward. The voices have been noisy for a long time and my journey internal, but I think it is time to make it external. I writing because I must – sharing it is a way to externalize those internal voices that I cannot quelle. Or maybe it is just the ramblings of me. Regardless, if it gets me writing and sharing, that’s good enough too.

Much love, my chickens.