Birthdays should start early and last as long as possible. The first of February launches mine, at least in my mind it does. And it doesn't end until the last late greeting has arrived, and invariably cards and emails straggle in through mid-March. This year I realized just how connecting and personal social networking can be. Contrary to what my Luddite friends think, Facebook is NOT impersonal. In fact, I have never received so many warm, sincere, enthusiastic, and loving birthday greetings as I did this year...dozens of them from friends and relatives via Facebook.
As far as I'm concerned, February is the longest (as in "Will winter ever end?"), the shortest (only 28 days!), and the best month. Once my birthday has passed at the end of February, it's March and spring is either here or on its way. These new daffodils are the first harbinger of spring this year.
Birthdays - such a loaded subject for so many women, but I've never dreaded them, I've never lied about my age, I've never felt anything but "Hey, this is what I am." The older I am, the less birthday fuss I want. I anticipate each new year as it approaches, trying on the new age to come, saying it out loud, testing it in my mind. But the new number is just a number. It's an accomplishment to have achieved whatever age I am and my birthday is a portal to new opportunities, challenges, and who knows what.
Let's see what my 60th year holds. After all, turning 59 just means I've slid (gracefully, I hope) into the 60th year. Far from feeling older, I feel energized and filled with anticipation.
As far as I'm concerned, February is the longest (as in "Will winter ever end?"), the shortest (only 28 days!), and the best month. Once my birthday has passed at the end of February, it's March and spring is either here or on its way. These new daffodils are the first harbinger of spring this year.
Birthdays - such a loaded subject for so many women, but I've never dreaded them, I've never lied about my age, I've never felt anything but "Hey, this is what I am." The older I am, the less birthday fuss I want. I anticipate each new year as it approaches, trying on the new age to come, saying it out loud, testing it in my mind. But the new number is just a number. It's an accomplishment to have achieved whatever age I am and my birthday is a portal to new opportunities, challenges, and who knows what.
Let's see what my 60th year holds. After all, turning 59 just means I've slid (gracefully, I hope) into the 60th year. Far from feeling older, I feel energized and filled with anticipation.
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