I've been whining and wailing about it for weeks, dreading it for days. Now it's happened. I turned sixty-freakin'-five yesterday.
Remember the Y2K scare? I poo-pooed it overall, but woke up January 1 with trepidation only to find the world still functioning. Well, it was kind of a repeat of that this morning -- nothing had changed. No new wrinkles, no new bone creakage, no new aches or pains -- of course all of the old ones were still there. Guess that would border on the miracle category, but then I do like to set the bar pretty high.
I often walk the labyrinth hoping for enlightenment on some level. No real aha moment this time, but one of those "it's all in the attitude" realizations. I'm much calmer today. It's either a new level of spiritual awareness or a sugar coma hangover from yesterday. That was one yummy birthday cannolli!
Yes, I'm a year older but buried somewhere in there is a year wiser as well. A multitude of insights to be shared. Stay tuned.
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Happy Birthday Heggie ! Getting older definitely sucks (unless you're 10). Just remember that the next 20-30 years you could accomplish a lot and have a lot of fun. My mother-in-law is 85 and as you know has been very ill of late. She's getting better though and starting to get back to doing things she enjoys. She's 31 years older than me, but she seems to enjoy life more, be less stressed out, has tons of fun traveling and doing the things she loves. I have always said that she makes being old look like fun. Seriously amazing lady. So I think we should screw the birthdays and have fun planning the next 20, 30, 40 (ouch) years. Easier said than done I guess, but I want to give it a shot. And seriously, look at the bright side. Can you say "senior discount" ? Getting awarded for getting older is actually pretty cool. Plus it's nice to be able to be cranky and not give a shit what anybody thinks. Ok, going to take my nap now. Love, Steph
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