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In my last post, I declared my yearning to live. Not only in this fifth decade I’m now working on, but in my day-to-day life. Thank you to my dear, childhood friend Kay Whaley Rowan for capturing a moment, and for allowing me to be this person, especially on her watch. These photos demonstrate exactly what I mean. . . not so much the risk involved (yes, I know I could have broken something), but the want-to that exists in me every single day. I’m pretty sure I get this from my mother, following one of her Thelma-isms of “. . . let’s do something, even if it’s wrong. . .” We begin here, dockside of the Rowan family home on Lake Sinclair, Georgia; a stunning little slice of Heaven I like to think of as my second home. To know the Rowans is to understand that their home is a hub for all family and friends. I’m lucky to be included, but I’ve known Kay since we were in Mrs. Claxton’s fourth grade homeroom, and I call dibs on her from time to time. Another take-away from this outing: Hang out with teenagers more. There’s so much to learn from them, too.