Thirty days hath September . . .
The child in me thought today would
never come. I've sooooo been looking
forward to celebrating the month of
October that like a kid, the days seemed
to pass ever so slowly.
What am I thinking? Hoping? Planning?
I have chosen to spend special time with
my children. I want that time, I need to
see them, break bread with them. Enjoy!
I've chosen the six women to whom
I am closest. Again, all I want is to
spend time and chat with them. I feel
incredibly lucky to have such amazing
people in my life!
Love spending time with my guy . . .
I've asked him to finish a project in lieu
of gifts. We're going to take a drive on
the morrow and take a picnic with us.
That's the kind of birthday I like . . .
It has come to me that I'd like to do
some things on my own. Spend some
time with my inner crone, as it were.
A solitary walk perhaps, an afternoon
in the vardo, writing in my journal,
creating a verse or two. I find the idea
rather appealing! Alas, one does tend
to forget self in those daily equations.
getting older fun
learning how to play again
so can hardly wait
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