It’s My Birthday

I’m 63 years old today.

Birthdays at my age are not terribly exciting. I have lived another year with no major ups or downs, and there wasn’t even a theme to the year. It just was.

There were some bumps in the road — my husband’s open heart surgery, an office move — but both were dealt with as they came with little fuss. At this age, I have survived enough that turmoil is just something else to be dealt with. I would like to suffer through some positive change to be honest. Maybe the lottery or a publishing contract.

I got a fancy new sleep mask for my birthday. Nothing says “over 60” quite like a sleep mask. Dinner will be lamb at A&G, the local steakhouse. So no exciting plans.

Here’s hoping my next year has some pleasant surprises.