Owning every bit of it

I turned 51 yesterday. And because I'm among the aged now, I'm allowed to ramble on. So --- a few things I've done in the last several years, in no particular order.
I have felt crushed, but lived to tell.
I have wept, and sighed, and stared blankly ahead into cold space.
I have laughed, sometimes because I wanted to and sometimes because I must.
I have given blood 14 times.
I opened my first solo checking account. Ever.
I've watched too much TV and read too few books.
I subscribed to a dozen magazines in one year.
I let them all lapse until I try out all the ideas I tore out of them.
I've panicked over 'getting things done'.
I've wasted time that I can't get back, no matter how panicked I am.
I have blamed myself.
I have, upon reflection and with much deliberation, rejected mislaid blame and laid it down.
I have watched as some friendships languished, and others flourished.
I have seen failure, and success, and I have obsessed over both.
I've grown more aware of the sadness in life, and more mindful of the joy.
I'm older. I'm definitely wiser.
I'm grayer.
And I'm owning every bit of it.