Somewhere I read, can't remember where, this little ditty about dating. "When in your 20's you come into a relationship with a thimbleful of experiences. True. Approaching a relationship when middle aged you are schlepping a steamer trunk behind you."

So then, when the meet and greet happens at this decidedly encumbered point in life, the tales begin with…

The marriages had, the progeny produced, the career moves made, the houses bought and sold.

The therapists seen, the new age experiences tried, the substances used, abused, discontinued, the religious affiliations connected with, disconnected with and reconnected with again. 

The travels taken, the theater seen, the movies adored, the books read, the friends made.

The dreams realized, the hopes dashed, the fantasies kept alive. 

But for me, I think that the real deep dive into this new find your honey, baby place gets played out in the body inventory part. No guile nor editorializing. Up close and personal.

What's been removed, replaced, repaired or reconfigured?