Tomorrow is my birthday.
To be exact I was born, at this time on May 8th, 40-something years ago.
I say 40-something because I always gave to do math to figure out my age now. How old am I? Oh, let’s see, what year are we in? Minus this, carry the 7, … Um yeah.
Remember when half birthdays were a big deal? Being in such a rush to get to the next age.
I’m in no rush. Just trying to enjoy the fab forties.
I really am in a good place. I hate that my brain forgets that, and makes me think I need to fret about things.
Being thankful. Gratitude.
That’s what I will be conscious of this year.
Because I am blessed.