|My birthday junket to the Gold Coast|
I still love celebrating my birthday. I don't cringe in fear or hide in saggy-baggy wrinkled denial. Yes I'm getting older but it hasn't really come as a surprise has it?
Yesterday I was 46 and today I am 47. The reality is I've had 365 days to get prepared for the next digit.
I mean, if I fell into a coma at the age of 21 and woke up at the age of 47 I might feel some sadness, regret and trauma over the sudden realisation I'm no longer a spring chicken. I'd be bummed I'd missed the opportunity to live my life. But I haven't been in a coma.
We can't stop the clock, so we may as well grab the clock and take it dancing instead.
Today is my birthday and it's a great reminder that this whole ageing positively thing is up to us.
Each of us has the opportunity to be the best that we can be. To do the best we can. To embrace each day and end it with a focus on what went well. To recognise our years on this Earth in a positive light despite the challenges, the road blocks, the bad decisions and the dramatic story lines. Each of us has the opportunity to treat each day as a gift.
Today I am 47.
That's cause for celebration.
Ageing is a gift and I'm going to take my clock dancing!
Will I feel this way with each new decade? Yes. Because that's what' I've decided.