Another belief of mine: that everyone else my age is an adult, whereas I am merely in disguise. – Margaret Atwood
… or is that the new 40? I forget. (Comes with age, so I hear.)
So yeah. 50. Can ya believe it? I surely cannot. But there it is, staring me in the face.
Lemonade, bright side, yada yada yada:
Reasons I am happy to turn 50 tomorrow:
1. I’m still alive (mostly)
2. My 40s were all about the learnin’. The 50s are gonna be all about the doin’.
3. AARP discounts!
4. Lots of fun celebrations on tap for the day and the weekend.
5. New perspectives, friends and opportunities ahead
Over the last ten years I’ve gotten married, gone to Europe twice, spent two summers off, worked myriad jobs, lost my mom and goddaughter, became an Aunt and a Godmother (again), joined a Seminary, lost three kitties, gained one cat, lost and gained poundage, went through a “dark night of the soul” and came out the other end stronger than ever, stopped and started therapy and coaching a bizillion times, finally understood politics for the first time in my life, created a personal blog and a business one, found out I had monster intuitive skills and all kinds of woo-woo abilities, wrote some pretty good stories (and no, you can’t see them so don’t ask), regained my teeny-bopper status with one Mr. Cook, learned all about hockey, and a thousand more things that I don’t have the space to write about. (Well, I do but you’re already half asleep so I’ll cut you some slack on my birfday.)
I think I’m a very different person today than I was ten years ago and for all the people, places, events and things that helped me get there, I send a bouquet of love and snickers bars.
Thanks to all (how many now?) of you who read and follow along with my antics. Eight and a half years of it and going strong(ish).
Check back here in 2020 and see the haps. I’ll probably still be writing, waving my woo-woo wand, following politics, hockey, and the somewhat elderly David Cook all while surrounded by cats, coffee and books. Some things never change.
Cheers to a new decade!
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We need to strike up the band — guess it would be called the Snarkestra — for a special rendition of Happy Birthday, Dear Snarkela. Yours is a life very well lived, as your post chronicles. You should be as proud of yourself as I am to (cyber) know you. I'm glad that Stewart and Colbert are having that little get together on the Mall in your honor this weekend. It'll make your celebration just that much more special.
I mean this sincerely: I hope I get to send many more years' worth of birthday wishes your way.
One of my favourite things about your 50th year, is that I got to meet you!! Happiest birthday to you!
Kara
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