Oh Lordy, 46 is closer to 50 than it is to 40, and 50 is a daunting number.
the sea refuses no river
I prefer not to trouble myself with silly numbers, though. I’m living life, reveling, seeking goodness, striving for the best of the best. In a word…
...busting out...
These are days. These are the days you might fill with laughter until you break.
These days you might feel a shaft of light make its way across your face. And when you do, then you’ll know how it was meant to be…
(…there’s a song for everything…)
I’ve been smiling until my cheeks hurt. Laughing. Sleeping. Dare I say it? Relaxed.
In one extended weekend I’ve enjoyed so many things! A ferry ride to explore an island, a drive to explore new parts of the city, fish and chips, and an amazing live performance of Carmina Burana with a full orchestra and over a hundred choral singers. I’ve immersed myself in Immortal Beloved and been captivated by the Count of Monte Cristo. I’ve had hearty country breakfasts, pink martinis, red wine and decadent coffees.
Good company, good friends, good times– I’m enjoying the best birthday of my life, effervescing in love and good will.
let there be cake
As for being 46? I think I’m weathering it well. Well enough. I’m ready. Bring it on.
lost in thought and lost in time
