In 24 hours, give or take, I will be 44.
I may or may not have set a reminder on my phone to let me know of the exact moment of my passage into the next spin around the sun.
Happy birthday to me! (Please feel free to send gifts — just kidding — Hunky UPS guys bearing chocolate, however, would never be refused. )
While I sometimes think I should scratch and claw to hold onto my youth, wisdom has its own pull.
Today, I’m honored to be preparing to celebrate my 44th birthday surrounded by the amazing writers at Just Be Enough.
Won’t you click over there and ready why I’m ready to question whether I want to be 29 forever?