Magical Midlife Madness

<p>Happily Ever After wasn't supposed to come with a do-over option. But when my husband of 20 years packs up and heads for greener pastures and my son heads away to college that's exactly what my midlife becomes. </p><p><br></p><p>A do-over. </p><p><br></p><p>This time though I plan to do things differently. Age is just a number after all and at 40 I'm ready to carve my own path. </p><p>Eager for a fresh start I make a somewhat unorthodox decision and move to a tiny town in the Sierra foothills. I'll be taking care of a centuries-old house that called to me when I was a kid. It's just temporary I tell myself. It'll just be for a little while. </p><p><br></p><p>That is until I learn what the house really is: something I never would've thought possible.</p><p><br></p><p>As my new life begins a couple of things become immediately clear: Forty isn't too old for adventure. Not by half. It is too old to take crap from anyone however or care what people think.</p><p><br></p><p>I had no idea how incredibly freeing that could be. Or how dangerous this new life would become. </p><p><br></p><p>I have a chance to start again and this time I make the rules.</p>