Another Trip Around The Sun
Well, it's creeping upon that time of year again...my birthday. Those of you who know me well, know I couldn't care less about my age. It's a number. It only tells how many trips around the sun I've made, how many years I've been breathing. It says nothing about ME. I am not my age....if you know what I mean. Of course, I've never acted my age. Telling me to grow up when I was younger was just not something I took heed to. I didn't want to grow up. I still don't. Why should a birthday, another year added to that number, make a difference in my life? I feel the same inside as I did when I was 40 years younger. I am still the same me. I hope I am a bit smarter, maybe a bit more forgiving, more appreciative of what I have, but still the same me. So for me, a birthday is just a day to acknowledge my presence here on Earth. It's a day to happily celebrate with family and friends. It's a day to say "Yup, here I am. Let's do this