The Journey Begins.

And that’s because before 65 (if you are lucky enough to make it) you are a mother, sister, lady, ma’m, grandmother, lady, child, kid, teenager, friend, etc.  At 65 you are a woman.  Your woman.  Your own woman.  The woman you hoped to be or became.  And you should be happy about that.  And you can.

Thanks for joining me…