Friday, January 22, 2016

Birthday Thoughts

Sometime in the 1950s
You know you're getting along in years when the rock stars of your life start dying in clusters. But staying young at heart is always a choice available to each of us.

This weekend I'll mark the passage of yet another birthday. It's still hard to accept that I'm a widow, a grandmother, and I often qualify for senior discounts. I've never met a 120 year old woman, so it's impossible to reassure myself that I'm "middle-aged." No, I'm old. That's not a dirty word. Not everyone gets the blessing of this much time. There's a sobering consolation in knowing that I'm living in my bonus years.

I long ago learned the hard lesson that life can be cruel and punishing, yet also full of delightful surprises. When it comes right down to it, it's wonderful to be here still. Happy birthday to me.