Striving to find a voice at my age! It’s a little discouraging to realize I never had one. And exhilarating that it’s not too late, that “It’s never too late to be who you might have been.” (George Eliot, though some would argue this.) I’m making a practice of writing every day; surely I’ve been told often enough throughout my life writing is what I should do. And it’s in my Irish blood. Still, my ageist inner voice denigrates it, makes comparisons to late-in-life sports cars and tap dancing lessons. And whether I view it as a desperate impulse, a last attempt at fulfillment or a step forward in an evolutionary process that will continue beyond this old age, I might as well do it. Because, what’s the difference? I need a project and I’ve decided to make it finding my voice.