Tomorrow, April 23

Tomorrow is my birthday. That is it's self is no big deal but the number....I will be 61 years old tomorrow. I'm amazed. I didn't think I would make it past my teens. I actually did my best and by all accounts shouldn't have survived the 60's. So here I am, 61. It's an awkward age. Not old enough for medicare; too old for keggers. I suppose I should give up my comfy jeans and invest in polyester knits....NAAHH!

The last few birthdays have come as a surprise to me. I am more comfortable with who I am. I have wonderful friends who accept my weird side. I can laugh at things that would have mortified me even 15 years ago. I have learned that very little I do is going to affect the world 100 years from now but I can make a difference. I want to try to smile more, hug more and let people know they are important to me. I want to sing without worrying that someone will hear.
If I managed to clean my workspace and organize, it wouldn't be a bad thing.