Yep. I was born 45 years ago, today. You know, it’s not really a big deal to me. I feel okay about where I am in my life; my age is just a number, and I don’t feel old at all. I don’t feel that much different today than I felt at 25. Except that I feel better about myself, wiser, a little more confident, and I have a keener sense of direction in life. And I’m not quite as stupid! Sometimes I think that our 20′s are just an extension of our teenage years, except that we can legally drink, and vote. I am so glad I am not there anymore. I like it better, here. As in being 45.
In celebration of today being my day, I did what I love to do best: scrapbook. After finishing some more work on Hubby’s book (title page: check; epilogue: check; statement page: check), I was itching to make a layout for my scrapbook. I have had my eye on one of Ali Edwards’ pages from Valentine’s Day, so today was the day I “scraplifted” it to make a similar page of my own.
It’s been a great day. Happiness to all of you, too!