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Today, I realized that I am the same age as the year of my birth--54.
That has to mean something, though I am not sure what. ;-)
Today, I had to work, which is the way it usually works out. It is rare for my birthday to fall on a day I don't work. And no, taking the day off is not an option when the boss is out of ton on a vacation of her own.
People kept asking, "What are you going to do after you get off work..."
Well, the obvious answer is go home, eat supper and crash after a little dash out on the web and perhaps a bit of writing.
Because of course, I have to get up in the morning and go back to work, and since it is my day to do storytime, I have to make sure I have everything I need for that.
I'm going to let the Baby Bookworms make noise. They love it when I let them make noise.
The older kids and I will be making ornaments out of small boxes. They love it when I show them how to make stuff and read books that are funny.
In other words, life goes on.
On the humorous front, one of my patrons made the comment that there was no way I could be fifty-four. And even when I assured her that it was true, and reminded her that aging is just a mental game we play with ourselves, and it doesn't matter what happens to the body (well, it does, but we do what we can to slow the stiffening of joints and aches to a minimum) as long as the mind is active and young.
And therein, I think writers do have a certain advantage. We never tire of playing what if. It's a child's game that helps us be creative.
Never letting go of the wonder helps too. Always looking at the world with eyes open to possibilities. And just remembering to live each day as it comes. To not let the past keep stepping in and interfering with the present, and in spite of the doomsayers, to not waste energy worrying about the future.
Planning for the future, that's different.
But worrying about it--just adds more wrinkles and interferes with the digestion.
My youngest sister used to say she wished she could be like me. Because whatever happens, I just deal with it. I might not like it. I might get annoyed with it. But I have never met a challenge that I had to turn away from. And I never met an idea that I would not pull into my little bag of writer tricks and keep safe until its time had come.
Which reminds me. I understand that the anthology Wolfsongs 1 is out there, and I now hear that you can buy it from Amazon, and you can even get it for the Kindle if you are so inclined.
Just so you know. ;-)
- Mood:
cheerful - Music:Celtic Music for Stress Relief
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