Today I am 6-freaking-5 years old. Thank you, my friends, for your birthday wishes. And thank you, Laurie, for taking this photo a couple weeks ago, proof that yoga works no matter your age. If I can still do this in 10 years, I'll send the picture to a tabloid. "Seventy-five-year -old woman does splits!!" If we even have printed papers then. It's difficult to project what the world at large will be like tomorrow, let alone what might come in the next decade. For sure our own personal molecular swirls will have undergone vast change and may even be circling the drain by then. Ha! Don't you love how things change so fast you can't keep up? I do, except for the getting-old part.
I cannot believe I've reached the Medicare birthday. But isn't that the way it is no matter how old you've suddenly become? I heard my sons recently complaining about turning 31 and 23 and I say,
poor babies! I felt practically the same astonishment turning 40 and 50 and 60 that I do now that the next milestone on the horizon is the big 7-0! Time passes in a blur. Remember this song?
Time Is by It's a Beautiful Day. If you click, scroll to song number seven. Crank it up, please, and twirl around and sing along. It will be good for your soul. And mine, too. I love to have dance partners, even those I can't see.
