Today on what is my forty ninth birthday I’m reflecting (what author doesn’t do a LOT of THAT?)
I mean, it REALLY feels surreal to realize that I’m this age! Where does that time go? Forty Nine though SOUNDS like you are faking that you aren’t really in your FIFTIETH birth year (btw, someone wished me a happy fiftieth and I corrected her VERY frostily).
I mean, I could say, I’m 29 and holding…but then I want to know what am I holding?
I could say I’m 29 with 20 years experience, now THAT sounds plausible.
But 49? When the hell did I get this age? I don’t consider 49 to be old! I know I don’t LOOK it!
I KNOW I’ve been genetically blessed and on a REALLY good day, can pass for my 30’s. But 49??? How the hell did I grow up?
Well, since I wasn’t supposed to live to see my 35th birthday, I’ll take it! (Do you believe in Miracles). Each and EVERY year is a blessing.
Yes, I’m older, the body is falling apart, but I am HERE. I’m writing fabulous stories, none of which would have been published it I hadn’t taken a chance in 2001 on an experiment! I’m here, I’m queer, and look out at what I plan to STILL accomplish! Yeah, the body is not in the best shape, but cancer, broken and sprained bones, and illness will plague it! I’ll be that little ole lady that bitches and moans about the aches and pains, but I’ll do it with a sense of humor and a sparkle in my eye…I’ve earned each and every worn out joint, each and every break, and each and everything that I’ve overcome! I’m a fighter, I’m here to tell you!
Meanwhile, as I contemplate my FIFTIETH birth year….I’m gonna relish EACH and EVERY day!
And, if you WANT to get me a present? Please go to my website and buy me a book (for you of course)…and yes, that’s a shameless plug! Lol! And, while you are at it?