One Year Older or so it seems...

And for once I actually feel it. I feel all fifty-eight years of wear and tear on my body. And had been feeling it long before the day arrived. When it did, I took a breath of relief, and thought finally, on the exhale.

I survived another year on this twisty and constantly turning planet, and I'm grateful for that. My co-worker lost her Aunt this year, who was fifty-seven, and so many have died at that age, if not before, this year alone - so making it to fifty-eight? Is a minor accomplishment.

Day 9 of the March Meme: Do you sleep well? How many hours would you say are ideal for you?

No, I do not sleep well. I blame Anora and Daylight Savings Time. ( Read more... )

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That said? I've quite a bit to be grateful for. ( Read more... )

I'm taking tomorrow off - and am thinking of taking a long walk and relaxing. This is my new year's and hopefully this year will be better than the last one. There are a few things I'm looking forward to in the next two weeks:

1. The first Broadway Show that I've been too since roughly 2019.

2. Crazy Org's Talent Show

3. Brunch with Wales

And I'm scheduling a mini-vacation to visit mother down in South Carolina.

Oh, here's my painting of the woman with the fire pants that was sitting next to my subway, three weeks ago:

( it's not great, but I like how the pants turned out )

Oh, but yesterday on International Women's Day? A young woman came into the fruit and vegetable store that I was leaving and handed me a flower and wished me a Happy International Women's Day.

Here's a photo of it reflected in my window: