I’m turning 48 as of midnight tonight. Technically, I have until 13.40 tomorrow local time in Brenham, TX until I officially turn 48. But, time zones don’t really matter, do they?
There was a moment earlier today when I was pondering my ’38th trip around the sun’. If only. After a few minutes of feeling utterly gutted that I seemingly lost 10 years, I rejoiced. This year, this life, my life. It’s not half bad.
I am healthy.
I am happy.
I am sharing my wacky life with a brilliant, kind, silly-sometimes-serious man whom I adore and who makes me laugh even when I want to throw things (sometimes at him).
I am free.
I have a roof over my head, food in my cupboard and plenty of Marimekko to clothe me regardless of weather or occasion.
I am employed. But, more than that, I finally feel like I’ve found my ‘calling’ in terms of vocation. Regardless of how utterly shattered I may be at times by the volume of work—largely because I cannot say ‘no’—I am inspired each and every day by those with whom and for whom I work. I’d do this gig for free if we lived under the Prime Directive.
I feel loved by those in my life in ways I never thought possible.
And, I have without a doubt the cheekiest of cats to entertain and annoy me each and every day.
A few weeks ago, The Cuban asked me what I wanted for my birthday. After thinking for a bit, I said, ‘This. Just this.’
I want for nothing except more time. How fucking lucky am I?
Thank you all for making this year simply incredible.
Great piece. Early Happy Birthday. I miss you and our chats. Big hugs.
Thank you so much, love! I miss you, too, and our chats! My schedule should be winding down just in time for mid-summer. But, for now, know that you’re on my mind and that I love you oodles! x
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