Today I am thankful for one more year - number 56 to be exact.
Not a cause for jubilant celebration.
Rather, a time for quiet and intense reflection.
Past, present, future.
All three have great and grave importance when you're 50-something.
I dream, ponder and philosophize.
I learn, create and change.
I act, decide and progress.
I share, mentor and collaborate.
I work hard at building a small legacy of good works.
Be generous to a fault.
Follow the Golden Rule.
I know that I am well past the half-way point of my life, unless, of course, I live past the ripe old age of 112.
I'm not planning anything special. I have to work today. My colleagues who know about my birthday will whisper their good wishes. They know my preference for privacy.
No gifts, please. I think I already have most of the things on my wish list:
- A husband and (canine) son who love me
- Respect and love from my beloved niece and nephew
- A sister who is also my best friend (too bad she lives in California)
- An extended Colorado Springs family that includes kind and generous neighbors
- Membership at the new climbing gym (S and I know the owners)
- Hours to spend writing and reading (Charles Dickens and Jane Austen are on this year's list)
- Longer days so I can take T for a walk when I come home from work
- Visits from our Air Force cadet "sons" - they're juniors this year
- Gardens and landscapes that crave my attention
- Delicious cooking adventures that involve my favorite Le Creuset cookware
For this blessing, I am grateful.