I am not raising funds for a cause for my birthday. I have a pretty good feeling that everyone I know on Facebook and even everyone who reads the blog is the sort of person who donates and volunteers and gives of their time already. Thank you for that.
Do I have any birthday wishes? Maybe.
The big ones are continuing to have a capacity for enjoyment and the ongoing desire to still be open to learning something new.
Oh, and for goodness sakes, let this be the year I finally fall in love with walking. Not a sexy wish, mind you, but one that would make a big difference in my life.
Today I have reached what I jokingly said to my husband is the Lennon and McCartney birthday. (If you know, you know.) At this juncture I still feel very strongly that voices other than my own are important in Columbia/HoCo. They aren’t necessarily going to be setting up a blog or even a podcast so you can find them easily. You have to look and listen.
Whether it’s at Columbia Association meetings or the Board of Ed or the County Council - - whose are the voices you rarely hear? What does that mean? All too often it means that those are the people who it becomes normal to ignore.
I have reached an age where one often becomes focused on making sure that things are comfortable for “people like me.” Please don’t let me be that person. Don’t let me be the person that stands in front of other people’s dreams so they can’t blossom or take flight.
That’s a lot of heavy talk for a birthday. I’ll add one extravagant wish to close out this post. I’d like to win the lottery and spend the rest of my life as a professional philanthropist. Yes, a really big lottery jackpot so I could be extravagant in my giving.
Oh, and I’d like to spend the night in a treehouse,
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