When I turned 70, I gave myself permission to cry, to laugh, to write.
My Time And Purpose Under Heaven
This is my season under heaven, my time to grow, to struggle, to trust and to fight.
This is my time to be born, to be just Connie, not Mom, not Grandma, not daughter, not sister, not even wife those are roles that I know how to play, I can don those hats and assume those roles but now is my time to look into the mirror of my heart, bare headed, who is this person without role to play? This is my time to find out.