10/05/2026
Almost Fifty
As I approach fifty,
I find myself looking back—
wondering which chapter
I loved the most.
Was it the girl I once was,
before life had taught her
about heartbreak, courage,
loss, love, and letting go?
Was it the woman
who learned to stand on her own,
who stumbled, rose,
and discovered strength
she never knew she carried?
Sometimes I wonder
what I could remember,
what I could return to—
a moment, a feeling,
a younger version of me
who thought life was still unwritten.
But then I pause.
Why would I go back?
Why return to a chapter
when every chapter
has given me something?
The innocence.
The fire.
The mistakes.
The laughter.
The grief.
The lessons.
The love.
The woman I became
because of all of it.
I don’t want to go back
to who I was.
I want to gather her.
Every version of me
that lived these fifty years—
the brave one,
the broken one,
the wild one,
the tender one,
the woman who lost her way
and the woman who found it again.
I want parts of my history
to inspire my future—
not to hold me there,
but to remind me
of what I have survived,
what I have learned,
and what I am capable of becoming.
I want to take the best
of every season
and weave it into something new.
Not a return.
A becoming.
Because fifty isn’t the end
of the story I’ve already lived.
It is the beginning
of the chapter
I finally get to write
with everything I’ve learned.
And maybe the question
isn’t Which part of my life
did I love the most?
Maybe it’s—
What can I create now
with everything
I have become?
Trisha Mureseanu🙏🙌❤️🧡💕🙏💃💋
