Celebrating
Today is my birthday. My odometer rolls over to 57 - and that's hard to believe. I still feel 25!
If you read my last entry, you know that 5 years ago, I was unsure whether I'd ever have another birthday. Back then, I'll never forgot running into someone who knew how ill I was but who nonetheless had the audacity to complain that her upcoming 50th birthday reminded her that she was aging - as if that was a bad thing! I bit my tongue as I thought, "I'll bet anyone in a cemetery would trade places with you."
I've never worried about my age. It's only a number, and as new RIT data emerges and older RIT data matures, I'm confident that my number will soar higher. I'm confident that I have every chance to live to a ripe old age and succumb to natural causes. In the meantime, I plan to make the most of every minute.
I'm reminded of a cartoon in which Charlie Brown says, "Yesterday is history. Tomorrow is a mystery. Today is a gift. That's why they call it the present."
Today I am alive to share my life with family and friends. Indeed, the present is the best gift of all and RIT was the gift that gave me the present.
Betsy