So many times, I hear people . . . dispair. . . that it's their birthday.
Another year older.
No spring chicken.
Past their prime.
Beats the alternative.
Well. Today, let me assure you . . . having a birthday . . . and turning a year older. . . is a privilege. Not a problem.
It's my birthday, too, yeah!
I never used to like to celebrate my birthday. I didn't want to draw attention to myself. I still don't, really. But I do like to acknowledge the day now -- more than ever.
We're gonna have a good time!
I'm going to fill my day with things I love doing. My turbo-kick class. Lunch with a friend. A little knitting. Maybe some gardening (a first for my birthday!). Dinner with Tom. And, tomorrow, a birthday dinner with my family -- where my Mom will make me the same birthday dinner I've requested since about age 8 (lasagne, "grass salad," and German chocolate birthday cake).
Take a cha-cha-cha-chance!
And I'm going to use this gift of another year . . . to try some new things, think big thoughts, move in new directions, live happy, and not waste a minute.
Because . . . getting older . . . really DOES beat the alternative!