I turned 46 today. The increments don't bother me so much as the niggling feeling I have so much left to do. As I get older, I seem to feel the press of time so much more.
While I am not exactly where I thought I would be at this stage if the game, I am content enough. I love and am loved, I have a job I enjoy well enough, I do not want for much, and I awake most days happy.
I had bacon for brekkie, watched my girl swim, was treated to lunch and supper, and was surprised with a cake and a gift frim my boyfriend. A nice enough day.
Happy birthday to me.
1 comment:
loved to hear this -- and Happy Birthday!
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