Today I’ve been very antsy. I can’t keep my mind on the book I’m reading (Testament by Margaret Atwood), my attention to details is more lacking than usual, and I’m constantly in search of a snack. If I didn’t know better I’d think I was pregnant. There’s absolutely no chance of that, by the way. I’ll be 63 tomorrow and I kicked my uterus to the curb at least a decade ago.
Maybe my impending birthday has me unsettled. Sixty-three is nothing to sneeze at, after all, especially if one has bladder control issues. Not naming names, but I have intimate knowledge of people who suffer. 
Remembering birthdays past, the day I turned 12 my great-grandfather died. Mom picked me up from school and imparted the sad news as we walked from the school to her car. She apologized that my birthday party would need to be postponed since the funeral would be held on the day we’d planned to have friends over.
I remember being bummed, but I think I handled it okay. At least I don’t remember stomping off in a rage. I wasn’t always the most reasonable child, and I was undeniably unsettled on that day, too.
Fast forward to 2019, Studly Doright and I don’t have any birthday themed plans for this weekend. Tomorrow he’s playing golf, while I attend a wedding. I’m looking forward to dressing up and witnessing a celebration of the joining of two lives. We’ve moved so often that we haven’t formed those kinds of relationships–the ones where we are invited to weddings and graduations, baby showers and engagement parties. So I’m going to enjoy every minute of inclusion in the couple’s celebration.
Is there a purpose to today’s post? Not as far as I can tell, other than writing it kept me from eating a second Lara bar. I might not be pregnant, but I seem to be eating for two.
Peace, people.
Praying for Eyebrowz 
Lara bars are easy to overindulge in…
Happy birthday! Mine came and went in September without fanfare, was somewhat contemplative as it was 60, but did not unsettle me much. Had my body decided to fall apart on the day, that may have been another story, but I’m plugging along as usual. Can’t ask for more than that 🙂
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The “big” birthdays (30, 40, 50, and 60) haven’t bothered me. Sometimes these inconsequential ones annoy me, though.
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I do have days when I just cannot stop my feet wandering to the pantry and I admit I just give in to it. Sometimes self control goes out the window. I don’t know what a Lara Bar is, but I’m sure I would enjoy one. or two.
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😊 Lara bars are my vegan treats.
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Then they are definitely something I shall have to look out for. Good vegan treats can be hard to come by.
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Ugh. I’m in a headspace too and my inconsequential bday of 51 is just around the corner. All I want to do is cry or eat. Or both. Yes, definitely both. 😐
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Must be a birthday thing!
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Have a lovely day tomorrow, you young thing
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Thank you! Young is relative, right? My youngest granddaughter does an impression of me saying, “I’m a little old lady” in this hilarious creaky voice. At 7, she sees everyone over the age of 20 as old.
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if not ancient
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I’m eating breakfast alone on my birthday. When the waitress came to take my order I burst into tears. Sheesh.
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Sheesh, indeed XX
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Is it the season change? Seems like I’ve seen several of us in a mood lately. Hope you have a good birthday!
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I hope it’s just the season. I’ve been so emotional!
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