Last day of 49 meets 50

Wow! Today is the last day of my 40s. What to say? You 40s were both wild as ever and quiet as could be. Extremely swingin (but not the kind of swinger swingin that some of you may be thinkin).

I’d just like to say “Thank you” to my former younger self for the rollercoaster ride she gave me that truly has no substitute of any kind. No regrets. It’s been one tumultuous sequence of thrills, my dear 40s, but we made it to the next level in this game of life. And I’m ready for the change.

Ms. Forty-nine, you can hit me up later, maybe for a final soirée. Chianti Classico?

Ms. Fifty, I will surrender. Take me tonight while I sleep. And give me an an unforgettable dream that I can carry with me through the uncharted territory along the horizon.

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Tick tock tick tock tick tock. Clock strikes midnight!

Several hours pass, and suddenly everything seems to shift. I find myself in a strange place and time. It is all so different, the big 50. Where am I? Why is it so quiet? Am I dead? I wiggle my fingers and toes. I can move, so I can’t be dead. Am I buried . . . alive?

I slowly open my eyes, but nothing changes—there is nothing but darkness. I feel for the mattress beneath me, for my 500 thread-count sheets, and any of my five down pillows. They’re all still there, and I roll over on my side.

Is that a cricket chirping or my tinnitus? I sit up wincing, my dry eyes adjusting slowly. I squint, and a vague impression of the room swims into view. Fumbling around, I find my phone under the sheets, but I can’t read any messages because my reading glasses are downstairs.

A song pops into my head: “Here I am, this is me. I come into this world so wild and free…” Huh, I snort…Here I am, this is me. Why in the world was I born to be?

A woman’s voice pierces my head, “You are stronger than you believe. You have greater powers than you know.”

“Thanks, but who are you?” I ask. ” I don’t recognize your voice.”

“I am Wonder Woman and you are Wendy Williamson. If no one else will defend the world, then we must.”

I reply, “Of course. But how? I’m nobody special. You don’t even know me, do you?”

“Please take my hand. I give it to you as a gesture of friendship and love, and of faith freely given. I give you my hand and welcome you into my dream.”

I take her hand and we fly high in the sky.

“I used to want to save the world,” she says. “To end war and bring peace to mankind; but then I glimpsed the darkness that lives within their light. I learnt that inside every one of them there will always be both. The choice each must make for themselves—something no hero will ever defeat.”

“Yes!” I reply. “You said that in your movie. But the darkness is overwhelming sometimes, and I don’t know how to deal with it.”

“I can help you. If it means interfering in an ensconced, outdated system, to help just one woman, man or child…I’m willing to accept the consequences. I know in my heart, that only love can truly save the world. So I stay, I fight, and I give, for the world I know can be.”

“Wow, I want to be more like you, my friend. That I know and believe.”

“Well, you are, my dear! So let’s get your 50s rolling!” she replies.

And my training begins. Wendy Williamson and Wonder Woman, fighting this good fight to the end!

All joking aside, it has been a very hard decade for me, but together we will rock on!

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