Tomorrow is my birthday--I'm not saying which one, but it's a pretty big number. This has been a stressful year, with a flooded house, a flooded car, three moves and a new place to settle into. Once I get my bookcases, I'll feel like this is really home.
I'm enjoying my senior citizenship. My mother always said that aging was awful, but I have not found it to be so. I have discovered that age brings freedoms--freedom to know myself and be myself, to make decisions, to go where i choose, when I choose. It's a heady feeling.
I see this as a time for reflecting and remembering. I picture my life as a tapestry, with threads interwoven in sometimes surprising ways, with some threads way to short but others long-lasting. I am thankful for my family, for my friends, some of whom I've known since early childhood, some I'm just getting to know in my new surroundings. I'm glad I chose a profession that give me so much fulfillment and joy. I'm delighted that I achieved the goal I set for myself at age four--to b e a published author. I'm happy that I've been able to cross off many of the things on my bucket list...but of course, I've started a new one.
So I'm ready to embark on a new year, with new adventures and, I hope, no more floods.