I’m sitting here on my birthday, 24 hours after I was born (A result of spending it 19 time zones from the original event), munching on Cheerios - very American, sipping tea - very British, from a mug declaring that my cup overflows with blessings - very spiritual, enjoying messages on Facebook - very humbling, staring at handpicked chocolates from Brugge - very awesome (thank you Mum and Dad), getting ready to take a completely unnecessary overnight trip to Orlando tomorrow - very me!
I’m 47 today (I think . . . that’s close anyway) and I’m overwhelmed by the thought that if I had this life to do over again, I might be able to take a pretty good crack at it.