Berthaday Girl…


Yesterday was my birthday…and after testing some soil samples taken from my back yard…it’s official…I’m older than…dirt

Funny thing is…I don’t feel…that…old…well…maybe my body does…but…something about me doesn’t…

Bertha…says it’s her…that she’s the part of me that still feels young…and…I suppose she’s right…or she couldn’t still be wearing those ridiculously high heels that she wears…or sporting that spandex without getting jeers and sneers at Wally World…and…she’s still pretty agile when she jumps onto her soapbox…so…I have to admit…she’s definitely young…

She goes on to tell me…that age…like beauty…is in the eyes of the beholder…and…that I get to choose how I see myself…and others…

I can look past the…gray hair…bald heads…wrinkles…extra pounds…deteriorating bodies…

I can look deeper than the surface…and…when I do…I can see the spirit…

It’s my choice…

Today…I want to look deeper…I want to see and feel the vitality that surrounds me…I suppose I should start…by looking in the mirror…

Jane

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