Happy Birthday to Me!

Yep, that's my number! 45 years ago today I arrived, mid-snowstorm, into this wonderful world.

It's not the prettiest number. Oh, no, not because of the actual age factor; just because I like symmetry (44 was good!) and I have a thing for even numbers (46 will be just fine).

The actual age thing - as in, "boy, you are closing in on 50 now!" bothers me not at all. Despite the fact that my spare tire has turned into an all-weather radial and I suspect that I will soon have to buy the hair color box that says for those with more than 50% gray, my forties have been great so far and I have no reason to think this year won't be too.

I celebrated turning 40 in Kazakhstan with my baby boy in my arms and I've spent the last 5 years doing a job that I love - and that I'm damn good at! I've figured myself out: the strengths and weaknesses, and I am at peace with me. I've finally learned that fine balance between being a nice person ... and being a door mat. I've been married for 15 years and think it's getting better and stronger as we go. I have great family and friends. I know who's got my back, who I can count on, who loves me for me. Most days, I don't sweat the small stuff (although some days I do sweat, hot flashes come along with this age).  I'm healthy and happy. And lastly? As any cancer survivor will tell you - any day without blood draws, doctor appointments, or treatments is a good day; any day that you are still here, kicking and breathing, is a GREAT day.

So Happy Birthday to me! I'm gonna cherish that "ugly" number!