I am so glad it is fall. My favorite time of the year. And I feel sad. For all the years gone by. For all I did not do, have not done, have missed in the lives of my children and in my own life, when all the while I thought I was out searching for me. I was really missing out on me. Now what? Can't even remember 21 or 22. And 51 feels far too old to be not that old.