Another year older

Today I'm another year older, but am I any wiser? 

Birthdays used to be a big deal for me.  After all, it's my day.  I came into the world this day, shouldn't everyone stop and remember?

But now?  I'm just happy if people remember.  And it's not a big deal if they don't.  I don't need the cake and dinner and presents.  (but they are nice!)

  

I'm just hoping, as I age, that I learn something.  And keep learning.  So what have I figured out this year?

There's just no denying middle age!  Bifocals, a root canal, a slowing metabolism, and more and more gray hairs remind me I'm no longer a "young adult".  I don't mind getting older (as if we have a choice!) but it's the body parts not working like they used to that get to me.

I learned I need to be firmly in charge of my attitude and the words that come out of my mouth.  They're the things, no matter the situation, I can control.  As my mom told DH, "You don't have to say everything you think." 

Time and people are precious, things are not.  'nuf said.

Life's not always about doing, sometimes it's just about being.  Being present to others, to the situation, the quietness of God's voice.  More often then not, He whispers.  When I'm too busy I often fail to hear.

There is just so much more I want, and need to learn.  Here's to making this year one to grow on!

PS - Blogger giveaway!  The first five people who correctly guess my age get the presents.  You'll get to pick something from my stash of handcrafted jewelry, purses and bags from my little crafting business.