I probably mentioned my excitement about the birthday I celebrated last week. Some people feel otherwise about aging, but I find it particularly appealing. I can’t say I look forward to the part when someone has to dress and feed me; in fact, that’s my biggest fear/dread. But for this early part of growing old, I’m practically giddy.
Don’t worry. I’m well aware it could all change in a moment, like three days ago when I tripped over something in my path and came scarily close to a face plant on the sidewalk. As it is, I’m hobbling from a pulled muscle from it. But since I’m not prone to worry, I’ll do what I can to keep from using my Medicare Advantage Plan any more than necessary and enjoy the benefits.
There it is, right on the top of today’s mail (Photoshopped out my name/address). Should I even count how many years (except for my fiscally unpaid career as a mom) I’ve faithfully added my due portion to the pot? From now until the till runs out, I get to watch our bank balance increase every month by doing nothing more than staying alive. What’s to not like about that? I will flaunt my wrinkles, gray hair, countable chins, and angled knuckles.
Crazy thing is, I carry no grand desires beyond what I’m already doing. I get to keep working at a job that brings me a lot of joy; we live very comfortably already; we jump in the car and drive just about anywhere we want or let an airline fly us anywhere we want. As it is for every single one of us, each day is a gift and not to be taken for granted.
On Pinterest I saw this:
It’s my new motto.