Today is my birthday! My sixties will conclude  this year, setting the stage for my seventh decade.  In the blink of an eye I have gone from young to old, from fresh to crumbled, from newly minted to tarnished. The AARP assures me that I am not really old old. I am just young old.  Thanks for that. I know the adage says that “age  is just a number.”  But it is still  a number. A big number. One that has connotations and denotations:  shoulder pain, aching toes, wrinkly arms, wattley  necks, and other bodily insults.

But the sun is shining and it’s Rosh Hashanah- the birthday of the world in Jewish lore and the birthday of my life for which I am very grateful.

I’d like to keep track of this year- an exercise to see where the time actually goes and how I spend it. The world is a scary place and full of dark woods and demons. Happiness is elusive, but it exists even in the midst of pain and sorrow.

Categories: wisdom

2 replies

  1. Well, surprise, surprise, it’s the anniversary of your birth, and I am so-o-o-o-o-o fortunate to be able to be your friend.

  2. Thanks so much Sally. I treasure you.

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