Thirty nine is (in no particular order of importance):
- Knowing that opportunities are fewer, every door no longer open yet having the courage to throw myself into the deep unknown.
- Feeling wistful about leaving this town, our home for fifteen years, and being excited about all that awaits.
- Enjoying what must be the mellowest years of parenting and being deeply aware how numbered the days are.
- Knowing that I am much more than what I do, yet being terrified what losing one part of my identity will mean to me.
- Asking big questions, being at peace with small answers.
- Enormous privilege of being able to learn from those fresh and new to life (“it is good to be alive”, my son, age 5) and those with wisdom and softness of years (“it will come”, my mother, age 67).
- Knowing that achievements are not all they are cranked up to be, yet feeling the need to achieve more.
- Feeling connected with the world stronger and broader than ever before and deeper than ever being pained by its sorrows and horrors.
- Having some greys and still being occasionally mistaken for a student instead of a lecturer.
- Using three languages on a daily basis switching seamlessly between them and at the same time being unsettled not knowing what language I dream in, love in or what language that book that one day will come should be in.
- Being anxious about starting all over again yet knowing that we do this every single day.