…is just musing today because it’s my birthday and I’m feeling, well, musie. For so many years, I worried–I mean I seriously feared–that I would die at age 60 like my mother. I’m like her in a lot of ways, but thankfully not that one, because today I’m turning 67. I never imagined that I’d get to 60, let alone pass it with another seven years, so each year is a precious gift. Even in the year 2020, which has been a truly crap year on so many levels. I’m alive, I’m strong, I’m healthy, my family is healthy, I have a safe warm house, and lots of wonderful friends. My books are selling and I’m writing a new one. How can I not be full of gratitude?
So, onward…today is my birthday and I’m not afraid of the future–as one of my favorite rom com writer, Jenny Cruisie, says, nothin’ but good times ahead. Words to live by!
Mes amies, stay well, stay safe, and stay grateful!