There’s nothing like Facebook to remind you it’s your birthday.
Who am I kidding? I never forget this day, nor do I let anyone else forget either. I blame my eagerness on being born in December and a lifetime of receiving Christmas cards (back when people used to do that sort of thing) that read “P.S. Happy Birthday.”
At a certain age, people dread turning older, but really, what’s the alternative? Gray hair I can handle, I mean, fix until it’s no longer graceful to do so. Fine lines add character (right?) and while my metabolism has slowed a little (okay, a lot) my energy levels haven’t. So I can’t look at food without gaining weight? I’m older, but stronger and hopefully wiser.
I started today off with a vinyasa flow class taught by one of my favorite teachers. It’s a warm day for December in the Mid Atlantic, and the sky is blue and clear. My friend Jane said I should ask for what I want today because who can say no on such a beautiful day. With that thought in mind, I’m going to make a few agent queries. The boys will be home from school soon, and we’ll eat celebratory ice cream sundaes before dinner because why not? I’ll cap off tonight with another yoga class from my other favorite teacher. After class, a nightcap with dear friends.
I plan to be up early tomorrow to embrace another day, another chance to do the things that bring me joy and surround myself with those I love.
Who needs presents?
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Happy birthday my dear friend! You are a rockstar and make the decade I will join you in next month look pretty amazing! ❤
I’m just warming it up for you!!
Beautifully written as you celebrate the person you are. Happy Birthday! Nancy
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Thanks, Nancy! xo