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The Annual Birthday Letter to Myself
June 12, 2017
I will currently interrupt my memory flow on this blog to share my annual Birthday letter
June 15, 1971-preset....46
Another cycle around the sun. Here I am. Though I don’t see many changes in myself, I am always astounded watching the changes in my children. I see them blossoming. I am so proud. The three of them are braver, smarter, kinder, and more ambitious then I ever dreamed. There really are not enough words in my vocabulary to accurately describe how much being the mother to these three women means to me.
My 45th year was the most selfish and self indulging year of my adult life. I granted myself a year to just be. I closed my business and we moved. I was blessed to have this past year to just slow down. I took painting classes, took up writing again. I went on vacation and went back East twice. Purged our belongings. Made some new friends. Missed some old friends. I binge watched Netflix, and read some great books. I won 2 life changing jackpots, and gambled my heart out.
I spent time with my girls making memories. Spent alone time with my mom. Focused on my
marriage. I had the luxury of spending days on end at home in jammies. It was the year I have prayed for. I got to say the words I had to longed to for so long. When asked what was new, I actually could say “nothing much”. And I meant it. I am so grateful.
I have no agenda for my 46th rotation. My birthday wishes...I hope to stay healthy. I pray my family does the same. I wish for peace, both in my home and in the world. To grow as a writer and stay focused on it. My wish is just for More. More great memories. More quiet days. More memories with the people I love. And next year when asked what is new, perhaps I can say “just living a sweet life”.