I am 36 years old today.
Usually, I treat every birthday like new year’s, trying to figure out where I’m going wrong, what I need to work on, where I want to go, and how to do it faster. But this year…not so much.
This year, I am happy. I feel so grateful and fortunate and lucky for my first 36 years on Earth, and I’m especially happy for the people in my life. When I stop to count my blessings, I realize just how wonderful this life is, what a gift I’ve been given.
Of course, I’m hoping for a couple more sets of 36 years. I’m a bit greedy that way. <g> (That’s right. I want to be old and rotten when I kick the bucket.)
Anyway, here’s to birthdays! Yay!