I’ve been thinking about this for awhile. Today is the last day I’m going to be 55 years old. Daddy uses to say at every birthday “hey, we have something in common, we’re never going to be 10 years old again.” Usually I was excited about that. Usually at the end of a year I was done with it. Not this year.
I really feel like I came into my own this year. I quit saying “one of these days” and really just did it. I have been happy all year, which if you know me, you know that’s an accomplishment. I have loved being 55. I don’t want it to go anywhere.
So for the cherry on top I am going to “run” a half-marathon. If you know me,you know I don’t run. So I’m going to try to walk really fast. And it doesn’t make any difference if I don’t finish. I’m here. I’m ready. And I’m going to do it.
I’m so proud of myself for the year I’ve had. And honestly, I can’t wait for what 56 has in store.
I’ll see you on the flip side.