Happy Birthday to me!
I love birthdays.
Especially milestone birthdays.
Today I woke up knowing I'm now 70 years old.
Seventy.
Do I feel old?
Honey.
Sometimes I feel so old I think I'm the most decrepit ol' broad on God's green earth.
But usually not.
Usually I just feel the same as I did thirty years ago.
If I go back too many more than thirty, I think I was maybe a different girl.
A little bit of a wild child.
A party hearty kinda kid.
And I wouldn't change a thing.
I was happy, and I was content.
The happy and content I am now is a totally different sort of happy and content, but every bit as lovely.
I've gone through some tough times, just the same as every one has.
I remember them clearly.
And I learned from them.
I maybe didn't learn from them right away, but eventually, like a smack to the head, the lesson became clear.
And I'm still learning.
And facing the fact that I don't have as many days ahead of me as I have behind me.
And that's okay.
But by golly, with Donald Barley by my side, I intend to continue making the most of them and being grateful for the blessings I have.
And I thank each of you for joining me along the journey.
Happy Happy Birthday to me!
I am not old…she said
I am rare.
I am the standing ovation
At the end of the play.
I am the retrospective
Of my life as art
I am the hours
Connected like dots
Into good sense
I am the fullness
Of existing.
You think I am waiting to die…
But I am waiting to be found
I am a treasure.
I am a map.
And these wrinkles are
Imprints of my journey
Ask me anything.
~ Samantha Reynolds
