Thank you to those of you who made a point of wishing me a happy birthday today. We may mature and grow older, but there is still a little bit of giddy magical anticipation that surrounds that happy day where one celebrates being granted entry into this world.
If in the past I've griped, today I feel gratitude and peace. Maybe there is something special in itself about this funny little number, 32, that is just an eightfold iteration of the number two –such a wonderful and confused age all in its own right. Or maybe letting go and just enjoying the day is truly the key, even if it is a 95-degree day with more humidity than is proper when summer is more of a technicality than a reality.
And just because I love this stuff, here is some trivia on today, September fourth. Happy night!
A Daily Dose of Zen Sarcasm! 
Happy belated birthday! I meant to zap you greetings when I got home from work last night, but I fell asleep on the sofa (almost always a very bad idea) and woke up there at 5 this morning.
Thank you, too, for the nice comment on my post about my mom. Virgos are cool. 🙂
Happy birthday! I think one should always celebrate their special day – and forget the whole connection to the getting older nonsense. Didn’t realize we had such close birthdays. Enjoy!!
Happy Belated Birthday!!
Age is something that either bothers a person too much or they just don’t care about it.
Considering that age is relative to a person’s situation, remember this: if you were on Pluto you wouldn’t even be a year old yet. 🙂