Another birthday. F you Father Time, Mother Nature, and anyone else responsible.

     So, today is my birthday.  As evidenced by the title of this post- not super excited about it.  Also not super excited about not being super excited about it.  Being a woman who hates birthdays as she approaches 40 is so cliche.  But what can I say?  Being closer to 50 than I am to 20 pretty much sucks.

     Yes, in theory it does.  But then I think about my mom, who is amazing- and the sexiest, most amazing 70+ year old woman you will ever meet.  She said something to me a couple months ago, that I will never forget.  She said, God, I would love to be 50 again.  50 was great.

This is my mom in her 40's.  Thank Goddess for good genes.

     Really?  If you could travel back in time today, to any age- it would be 50?  Holy shit, that is incredible.  I'm only 39.  I still have 50 to look forward to.  And 49, 48, 47, 46, 45, 44, 43, 42, 41, and even 40.  Nothing like a little perspective, to brighten your day.

     Thanks, Mom.

     Happy Birthday to me.

     This year, I'm going to be sure to remember one thing- that I will be dead someday.  Could be tomorrow, could be next week, or it could be 40 years from now.  I've always had a habit- during times in my life that terrified me- to remember that, yes, I would be dead some day.  It may sound grim, but somehow- to me- it is strangely comforting.  What it makes me remember is this- be fearless.  Don't let the turkey's get you down.  Don't take anything too seriously or too personally.  This too, shall pass.  I guess I am becoming a Buddhist.

     Impermanence is awesome.