A few weeks ago, I started thinking about my birthday and a feeling of dread set in. I felt old. I had myself convinced I WAS old. And in some ways I am. My body gets tired and achy a lot faster than it did 10 years ago. I don't have the patience to deal with friend drama like I did 5 years ago. And I'm a lot slower when I walk than I was just 2 years ago.
But then I started thinking about the number 44. If I live til I'm 88, I'm only halfway there. I'm like a teenager. I still have 44 more years left in me. Years that could actually be a lot more fun than the first 44.
And when I woke up this morning and was surprised by unexpected flowers and gifts from my Royal faves, I just wanted to grab on tight to this day and every other one that will follow.
I committed to myself that I would squeeze every ounce of joy out of today and tomorrow and the next day. Life is often hard. Every good moment is worth celebrating--whether it's a birthday or a Monday--or both.
And just in case I needed a reminder of my age, Caroline wrote this card for me:
You're just one number up and one step closer to retirement. Even when you turn that lucky number, you will still be younger than dad. I hope you have an amazing birthday!"
So, there is that. Guess I have another thing to celebrate... :)