the title of this blog is a bit of a misnomer. I haven't lived in the mountains in over 35 years (though I'll always consider it home) and clearly, given use of the phrase 'over 35 years', I am nowhere near being a girl (OR a grl!)
Actually, I'm probably a bit past middle age, and despite all the living I've done and lessons I've learned, I still (occasionally) indulge in magical thinking, stubbornly holding on to delusions, as though thinking will make things so--or NOT thinking will make them NOT so.
For example, I have high blood pressure. It is hereditary. It seems no matter how many miles I walk, run or bike--even with the medication -- I rarely see a reading as low as 140/90--which, in fact, are the precise two numbers that indicate high blood pressure.
I think because I feel okay, I must be okay, but--
it's not called The Silent Killer for nothing; Google it.