24,090. That’s how many days I’ve been alive. You? I’ll save you the math. I just celebrated my 66th birthday. (I know. I don’t look it.)
For the past 16 years, I have been angry at birthdays – didn’t want any more – and didn’t want to have any acknowledgement. Didn’t want any celebration. But, people always encouraged me to anyway.

This year I’ve decided to go from grumpy to grateful – from stoic to celebratory. And it was a joyful decision. I have so much to be thankful for. It’s a shame to waste another second lamenting my age.
Celebrate the day and the days.