I was grateful last night to go over to my folk’s house and to just sit down and talk a little about where I felt I am in life.

I shared about being almost 50, and how I felt urgency about what I was doing with my life right now, and how I felt I wasn’t living it well or wisely.

It’s an arbitrary number, 50, but the zero on it for some reason strikes us with sobriety, and I just wanted to hear myself weigh in with the people that brought me into this world about the midlife milestone.

I shared about my surprise at being single, and in some ways, about feeling a slight panic because of the years I’ve let float by, and the insubstantial days I’ve lived. I shared some of fears and frustrations about being me, and about wat few things I did hope to move forward with this year.

I don’t know that I was looking for specifics really, but I did ask Mom and Dad what they would tell me to pay attention to at this age, at this place in my life.

They listened. They offered some suggestions. They shared some reflections.

We all have to make our choices in life. We all have to decide what kind of person we will be. Who we will hang around with. Who we will help. Who we will admire. Who we will emulate.

It helps having those around us we can ask advice from who will offer us honest wisdom that comes from hearts wishing for our best.

I still must make my choices.