Our Lives Are But A Moment

At 38-years-old, I find myself standing in a moment of time. Knocking on the door of a mid-life crisis, I am wrestling with my mortality. In a rush of emotion, this life feels so fleeting and finite. As a child, I felt as if I might live forever. Now, my days feel numbered and the turning of each calendar page feels terrifying.

In a moment of quiet reflection, I found myself willing to silence the doom and gloom. I…