I have a birthday coming up this week.
Looking forward to being with family, but not the birthday itself.
It is tempting to forget all the blessings and focus on that number!
Whether, I like it or not the birthday is coming, can’t very well stop it.
I am not happy about getting another year older.
Middle age is unsettling-no longer young-but not really old.
It is like being 11 all over again-you are stuck in the middle somewhere.
I should count my blessings, I am warm, dry, safe, have people who love me and I am still growing as a person.
That is a lot to celebrate.