Today is my 44th Birthday. How did this happen? I'm perpetually 28 in my mind - at times when I'm feeling especially mature I'm 34. I can't seem to make myself any older than that in my mind. It's not even a physical thing - although goodness knows I do not like to see the beginnings of crow's feet beside my eyes. It's more an attitude thing.
Of course, truth be told, I'm somewhat like a 4 year old in many ways. That's what I think every time I pack up a little bag of "toys" to take with me somewhere. OK, so my toys are paper and pens and books and watercolors and - OK, as I think about it - they're much the same things you might take for a small child.
I guess age isn't really that much of an issue as long as you feel good. I'm blessed to be healthy, have a job I really enjoy, a nice warm house to be in, grateful for wonderful family and friends, and on the right side of the dirt. What more could one ask?
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