Fifty

Tomorrow I turn 50. Years. Old. My oh my. But I don't feel 50. Sometimes I feel 70. But mostly I feel around 42-43, whatever that means. I do feel wiser with each passing year, not wiser in the sense that I know more, but wiser in the sense that I understand myself better, and I certainly have been working on accepting myself more completely, through self-directed efforts, and also through responding to challenges that have been placed before me. This is an a-ha birthday moment. I'm glad to be here, with a sense of optimism intact, and dreams swirling around my head. I'm a lucky dog.

I'm getting taken to brunch tomorrow by my best friend Ande, then we're gonna do early voting! So that seems like a very auspicious way to celebrate. Ande has promised to make a batch of her world-famous ultratart lemon squares, so we'll sit around her house all afternoon, eating lemon squares and being crushed by all the dogs and cats in a typically boisterous group hug formation. Then we will go howl at the moon (a new tradition).

I plan to spend Sunday applying for jobs. What could be a better gift to myself, right?

So here's to all us half-century kids who keep on plugging away - Madonna, I want your thighs, girl!!