59

It wasn't long ago that I thought 59 years old was ANCIENT.

Seriously, it was the land of "old folks and walking sticks."

Today I turned 59, and my thoughts have changed considerably.

Now I see it as an age of comfort.

Being comfortable with who I am and what I've become.

A mother.

A grandmother.

Comfortable in my skin.

Liking myself with little regard to what others think.

There truly is a freedom that comes with age.

The older I get, the freer I become.

Here's wishing you "youngsters" wisdom that only grey hairs can bring.

May you all live to enjoy long, wisdom-filled years of comfort and peace that only "Happy Birthdays" can bring.