Hello 65!

on my latest trip around the sun...

For most of my life, I’ve told people that I was born on the last day of the ‘50s. Recently, it occurred to me that it’s time to replace that statement with, “I was born on the eve of the ‘60s.” Sounds so much cooler, right? (Not to mention, younger, even though that’s not changing anything about my actual age.)

So, here I am. Numerous friends have been calling and texting to say, “Welcome to the Medicare years!” I get it. Since we live in one of the most absurdly problematic of countries when it comes to health care costs (don’t get me started on all the other problematic issues we are facing), I understand what these congratulations are about. I’ve been through some things, medically speaking (and otherwise). I’m about to go through some more (I’ll write about that another time, perhaps?). The point is, having this new number attached to my date of birth promises me a seriously expanded peace of mind/body. (Stay tuned for further updates.)

What else can I tell you? I’ve never been a fan of new year’s resolutions; maybe because it’s too much of a double-whammy to celebrate adequately, and I resist the pressure to make promises and commitments on any particular day. Meanwhile, though, I’m still practicing every morning the art of saying Thank you as my very first thought (and spoken word) of the day. Having been through breast cancer twice, I’m deeply and daily grateful to be alive, to be healthy, to be safe, to be surrounded by loving friends and family. These are fragile blessings I want never to take for granted.

Sobering thoughts! And yet: I can honestly say I’m more content than I’ve ever been. That’s enough for me. More than enough. Thank you.

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