It says I am a year older.
Crotchety. Crone-like. Geezer-ish. Persnickety. Post-middle-aged. Powerful. Courageous. Confident. Authentic. Letting my hair run free. Speaking my mind.
It says I am no longer taking things like breathing, walking, hearing, teeth, remembering my friends’ names and where I parked my car, and love, for granted.
It says there is no time to waste thinking I am too sensitive, too dramatic, too introverted, too homebody-ish, or too ethnic-looking.
It says I have an unusual-for-my-age proclivity for minor technological achievements such as Instagram videos.
It says there is still time to fall in love but it’s time to stop dilly-dallying.
It says I can get as much therapy and acupuncture as I want.
It says it does not matter that I have not read many of the books piled on the floor by my sofa in the living room. There is still time.
It says I can be as weird and woo woo as I wanna be and I can stop putting off revealing my hidden secret capacity to channel spiritual songs from distant planets.
It says I need to finish book three sooner than later just in case I start forgetting where I parked my car.
It says I need to be sure to vote for candidates who know climate change is real and who will take action so that all of you dear youngsters and your children will have a safe, sweet, beautiful future, and will be able to celebrate many birthdays to come so that you, too, get to be crotchety and geezer-ish some day.
(Note: But you do not have to wait until you are old(er). You can speak your mind and be powerful, courageous, confident, and authentic right now. OK?)
To my bloggEEs: How are you ready to be powerful, courageous, confident, and authentic even now? Oh, and please vote if you live in N. America! Much love and gratitude to you. And, if you are curious, I am 71, on November 8, 2022. Eek.