
Today I am 77. I told my husband this when we were heading up for bed last night just after midnight. He said, “Oh, is it March?” :0) I thanked him this morning for getting to all the birthdays first so that, by the time I hit them, it isn’t anything. :0)

I’m very thankful that I’m still making progress on some of my goals. I’m happy that I’m building my daily yoga practice into a habit (if I live long enough). I’m feeling more flexible and ‘looser,’ if that makes any sense. Yesterday I made it to 16 reps of the abdominal exercise and 7 reps on each side for my leg-straight-out stretch. (I wish I knew what that one was called. I’ll research it and see if I can find out.)
I’m happy I’m finally seeing some progress in my efforts to lose the lard. Between this and the yoga, and generally moving more, I’m hoping to feel better and better as I hopefully continue to age…

Since my husband and my son don’t make a big deal of birthdays, I have long since put away any resentment and used the opportunity to get myself something I really want. I just ordered two things for my wood burning fun –


I think these will both come next week. I WILL get up to my art room, regardless of the other things pulling at me, and PLAY. :0)

Happy Birthday tooo meeeee!!!!!!!