Birthday Blog

I woke up this morning another year older...golly, how on earth did THAT happen? I certainly don't "feel" older...hope to goodness I don't LOOK older!

Birthdays are such odd things...some people--kids mostly--love them and can't wait for the next one. Most of the adults I've encountered seem to disdain them and try to ignore them.

I don't think I fit into that last category--or the first.

I'm not anxious for the days, months and years to race past any faster than they are, because that means one more year spent on this planet and one less to come.

But on the other hand, I'm thankful each year that I'm getting to celebrate another birthday, another milestone in my life, an opportunity that some won't get this year.

My sister, who is almost 10 years older than me is the most youthful woman of a "certain age" I know. If you met her on the street, you'd swear she was at least 20 years younger than she really is...and this is after battling cancer...not once but TWICE.

She's my ultimate heroine. When I grow up, I want to be just like her.

For a long time now, I've suspected that age is mostly about attitude. If you think "Good Lord, I'm getting old!"--You're gonna be old! I know women that are in their 60's who have the youthful outlook of a woman in her twenties.

Conversely, I know women who aren't even fifty who think, act and dress like they're ready for the rocking chair. I feel sorry for those women. An attitude like that is only going to speed you toward that hole in the ground that we all dread.

Having said that...one thing I'm really looking forward to in the coming decade and a half is retirement. Sounds odd, I know...most people think that when you retire from work, you retire from life.

Well, that ain't necessarily so. The main reason I'm looking forward to retirement is because I want to get out there and play--all the time! :) :) :) I want to make a lunch date for noon on Wednesday and have it carry over til dinner time and not worry that the boss is going to fire my heinie for tardiness.

I want to book a month long vacation. A month in Positano, anyone??? I want to be able to hop on a plane or into my car and go visit friends and family on a moment's notice and not have to leave just when the fun is starting.

The possibilities are endless.

So, what do YOU think about birthdays? Love them? Hate them? Indifferent?