To celebrate this spectacular day, I spent the day groggily wrapped up in my comforter. That’s right – not only am I still horrendously sick with the flu, but SOMEONE decided to give me pink eye for my birthday. Thanks for that, Disease Gods, or little boy who touched the grocery cart before I did, or whoever you are. It made for a really fantastic birthday.
But before this turns into a complete pity party, I must say that I’m quite excited by the notion of getting older.
I suppose that with age, one might gain a few lovely and coveted qualities. Such as wisdom, self-confidence, and maturity. Maybe I’ll gain more patience and grace with the people around me. Maybe I’ll learn how to relinquish a little bit of my desperate need to control my life. Maybe I will grow in being able to take more risks rather than fearfully sit on the sidelines. It’s possible that I’ll get a little closer to being the person I want to become. One can hope, right? If all of that comes with aging, I’m all for it.
Check back with me in a year. Hopefully next time I won’t be in bed with pink eye.