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This is 48. 

An age that has both intrigued me and scared me. My father died at 48 and my mom had big life changes when she was 48. 

My life and circumstances are different than theirs but 48 has always been a rain cloud over my head. 

I am hoping for adventure and joy in my year 48. I’m dreaming of completing my masters degree. I want my year 48 to have meaning and purpose.

My year 48 is a year to live unapologetically authentic. It’s a year to live out my faith. I don’t know where God is going to take me this year.

Year 48 is a year to create new memories and take thousands of photos.

I know longer want to fear age 48.

This is 48.