It's that time. It's Birthday 45.
I don't feel any different. I don't even feel 45.
I always tell my doctor, "I just want my 20-year-old self back."
She rolls her eyes. She's not all that confident in that happening, I suppose.
But I am happy for age 45 and all the joy and experience it will bring.
I've been getting calls and text messages hollering "Whatcha gonna do on your birthday?"
Nothing particularly special.
So far today:
At midnight, I prayed over my year and had some communion. (You know I wear out some disposable communion cups at will!). Then I separated some clothes for the wash. I sang a couple of songs and prayed some more. Then I finally went to sleep to a talk show on SiriusXM.
I woke up this morning around 6:30 am and hand wrote my 3 full pages of morning pages (I'm like, on page 132 now. Wowzers.) I noticed Mitch and Callie paying me more attention than usual, so that meant they were out of food, so I fed and watered them. Then I got up and folded some clothes. I cleaned up the kitchen. Cleaned and vacummed the living room. Mopped the kitchen floor. And now I'm going to go shower. LadyTee is coming over later to watch some movies and we may run up to my local coffee house.
Just a regular Saturday, I suppose. She and I ran the streets yesterday for my birthday. We went to see Taken 3.
Then we headed to Cabbagetown to Agave for dinner.
Early that morning, I took Pam to get repaired. Her engine light is on. It will be a nice $1400 bill. Oh joy! Poor mechanic... he was wailing over it. And I was wailing back, "Dude, I don't care how much it cost. I just need to pass my emission. And I'm sick of worrying about money. Whatever. Order them parts and fix my car!"
He was O_o!
I was happy. Because I am 45 now, and I am growing. The stuff that bothered me at age 25 does NOT bother me at age 45. I would've fell out over a $1400 repair bill. Today, I just swipe one of my spare debit cards. And rebuild that account before spring.
Bootleg baller... indeed. LOL
So I will enjoy this sunny day. And I will go to Saturday evening church and sang some songs and do some church jogs and church spins. I may even break out my Obama Church fan.
Happy Birthday to me...
Your friendly Neighborhood Oldgirl... LadyLee.
And my promotion kicks in on Sunday!
Thank you Lord for the bomb birthday gift. That is all!
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