Things I’ve been looking forward to on my birthday:
Well-wishes from family and friends on Facebook.
Birthday snacks at work from my co-teacher.
Things I wasn’t expecting:
Unicorns at Clarksville Commons.
Talking about my upcoming birthday with students.
Me: You know, I don’t really know what I want for a present this year.
Little boy: Beer?
(I teach four year olds.)
I certainly wasn’t expecting this
Since it’s my birthday, and I can write what I want to, I want to take a moment to express gratitude for the gifts that make my birthday, and every day, joyous and worth living. Those gifts are people: family, friends, coworkers, blog readers, acquaintances I know from their passionate involvement in our community, leaders who lead with insight and love. Columbia/HoCo wouldn’t mean what it does to me without you..
You are the gifts.
I had a conversation with my boss yesterday where I lamented that, as of this birthday, I could no longer get by with calling myself middle-aged.
“But, you’re not old!” She said.
“Maybe not, but, if I say I’m middle-aged now, I’ll be saying I expect to live to be 120.”
She looked at me for a moment.
“It’s a goal...” she suggested.