Another Birthday

Well, in six days it will be my birthday.

This year is a little different from recent past years. I mean, I’m still taking my week off but things are going to be a bit more low key. I have a few appointments: doctor, dentist, college tour and a fancy banquet but this year just feels different.

I think it’s because I’m single and I don’t feel like I have anything to prove. Last year I was single too but I was on a mission (I think) to prove that I was okay with it. This year, I really am okay with it so there’s no need for any hoopla. Does that make any sense? Last year was my first birthday alone in more than six years. It was kinda sad, but of course I couldn’t tell ya’ll that. This year is different because I’m not sad. I’m actually pretty happy.

Forty-seven looks good on me.

I’m able to do just about anything I want. I say “no” when I want and don’t feel bad about it. My life is filled with things that I love and I have successfully removed the things that I don’t love.

Why do we think that we have to have it all figured out when we are in our twenties? That is so silly. I am just now figuring out that life really and truly is a journey but the destination will be meaningless if you don’t enjoy how you got there. It’s like anything else in life. You just have to keep going, one foot in front of the other and do it with a smile. I told you I ran 5 miles on Sunday, right? Well, while I was doing it all I could manage to concentrate on was putting one foot in front of the other. I just had to keep going and eventually I reached the destination. (Side Note: Not only did I reach the destination but I accomplished something that I had never done and it has gotten me excited about racing again. Yeah, so that's a good thing.)

Well, I don’t have my destination figured out but I am determined to spend most of my time getting there with a big smile on my face.