It seems so strange to me how my mind wants to be so passive. Maybe it's the character defect of sloth. I made no plans for my birthday (I'm 72 today) and in my mind I was just going to act like it was just another day.
Well, what I really believe is that there's no such thing as just another day. It's up to me to make every day count and what's a better day than my birthday to do that?
Too bad it was almost noon before I caught on! But it's never too late. So, I'm going to go to a meeting in a few minutes (and another one tonight), get a massage and read a little bit in all the new books I've accumulated. I might also go over to the Woodward Park rose garden and see how the roses are doing!
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I hope your birthday was more than just another day! Love you.
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