Today is my 100th day of blogging! It’s been 100 days since my eldest little birdie took off from the nest to start his own adult life. This is post number 100. Thank you so much for being there with me, as I have navigated my confusion and grief and curiosity about my changing role in this middle-age stage of life. Thank you for helping me to establish this blog and supporting my voice and validating what I have to say. I have heard many reports that this blog is “relatable.” I appreciate that. I’m glad that I am not alone in my observations. I hope that you will stay with me for 100 more blog posts because I’m just at the starting block of this Second Half of Adulting.
Why is 100 such a benchmark number? I remember when my kids were in kindergarten, they couldn’t wait for the 100th day of school. On that day, they brought in their magnificent 100 penny posters, designed any way that they liked with the pennies glued into all sorts of designs. They dressed like little old grannies and grandpas with baby powder in their hair and they wore scratchy cardigan sweaters. The 100th day of school was a very special day for them.
I looked up the significance of the number 100. This is what one site said:
The numerology number 100 represents energy that’s self-determined, independent, and has infinite potential.
100 can be seen as a practically unlimited number 1.
The urban dictionary said this: