This is the first time I’ve ever done this, but today I’m writing essentially the same post on this site and my Type M 4 Murder blog site as well. The reason is that this is a singular day.
Today is my birthday. I am 60 years old. I tell you this after long deliberation, Dear Reader, because I know full well that there is no longer the slightest possibility that you will ever again think me cool. Because if there is anyone considered less cool that a 60 year old white woman from Oklahoma, I don’t know who it is.
I know that age is just a number, but I have to admit that I’m not entirely happy about the whole thing. I’m not best pleased by that the years have done to the outer me. I understand perfectly what Jake Johannsen means about waking up in the morning with sleep injuries. I mourn the fact that my perfectly peaked and tapered eyebrows have begun to resemble Andy Rooney’s. Norah Ephron may feel bad about her neck, but she doesn’t have jowls like Magruff the Crime Dog. If I weren’t so cheap and cowardly, I’d have some work done, so that my exterior self could bear some resemblance to my interior self, which is still twenty-five. I don’t appreciate the perception of me that seems to be growing among the younger set of a gentle little grandmother-type creature, because the truth is I’m actually quite fierce and rather dangerous. Outward appearance aside, the most alarming thing about all this is the realization that there is a lot less time ahead than there is behind.
But I digress.
My point, and I do have one, is not to bemoan getting older, because I’m more than happy to keep doing that for as long as I can pleasantly do so. My point is that this is going to be the happiest year of my life.
Back in the year 2000, while browsing in a bookstore, I thumbed through a Capricorn horoscope book that gave a forecast for the upcoming decade, year by year. I don’t remember anything of what it said about the decade as a whole. But I do remember that 2008 was predicted to be “one of the happiest years of your life.”
I was amused, but you’ll notice that I didn’t forget the prediction. If your day can be ruined by a curse, can it be uplifted by a blessing? How about an entire year? I don’t know what is in my stars, but I know what’s in myself. Suddenly it is 2008, and I think that I shall dedicate myself to making it the happiest year of my life.
There’s no telling what will happen to me that I have no control over, but I do have control over what I make of it. So, bear with me, Dear Reader, and I will post my progress every couple of months as I live through one of my happiest years.