my senior year

Soooo it's come and gone. My sixtieth birthday has happened. Much to my surprise, I'm lovin' it. This is the senior year I never had. Until I graduate to that great university in the sky, this is my senior year. I missed my senior year in high school because I went off to England to work for a widower on sabbatical with two young children. I missed my senior year in college, ostensibly, because I was all about making a relationship work and being pressured into marriage by my mom.

But this.... this last third of my life is going to be the time of my life. I've earned all the rights and privileges of having a blast. I'm going to complete everything I started. I'm going to learn everything I set out to learn. I'm going to get more fit and healthy than I've ever been. I'm going to laugh more, dance more, sing more, and didn't I once have the goal of learning to jump riding horses? Could my back take it? My heart sure could.

The goal is to be off the charts with creativity and adventure. To be more bold in my encouragement of others. Love with more abandon. Cook with more joy.

Yessiree...that' s my manifesto. Sixty means it's time to party in work, play and school!!!

The wait is over. Life has arrived!

Love

Deborah