Today, May 3, is my birthday. And it's not just ANY birthday, but a particularly big one. I am - gulp - 60!
I remember when I turned 50 and I thought that was SO old. SMH. I went out and got my first - and only - tattoo as if by doing that I could prove that I was still young and daring. Ten years later, I still love my tattoo, and while I seriously considered getting one at 60 too, I'm probably not. Not only because I don't have anything to prove, but because I don't have any thoughts as to what I would want done.
My life has changed a lot since I was 50. I've been retired from insurance for ten years now, though I've kept my license. I still write, and still volunteer for a Boxer dog rescue, though a different one. I still work out and am probably in better shape than I was a decade ago.
I have a lot of the same friends, and many new ones. I keep in touch with former employees and before that, co-workers. And I definitely don't travel as much. I miss that, the travel. Covid-19 had a lot to do with that, but also my husband's health. It is what it is. Life is still good.
This year, my husband, daughter, and I are fully vaccinated, so for the first time in over a year, we will go to a restaurant to celebrate. I love (and miss) Mexican food and margaritas, so that's where we're going to go.
And in our usual tradition of getting things for the house for gifts, I got new patio furniture for a combination birthday and Mother's Day gift. I love it.
As I embark on this next decade, I hope to continue to write my romance novels, visit our lake place, workout, and help save lots of Boxers. I'm grateful and blessed. Happy Birthday to me!
