About two years ago, after enjoying perfect vision my entire life, I needed glasses. Obviously I took it as an opportunity for a “WHY ME, GOD?!” moment, but my ophthalmologist stopped me short. “Getting glasses is a privilege of getting older,” she said.
I think about from time to time.
Last weekend, a bunch of us gathered in Sedona to celebrate our friend Anna’s 45th birthday. All six of us are within a few years of that age (I am a slimming 44) and it was interesting to me that none of us, not once, complained about our age.
Or maybe we did, who the hell can hear or remember at this age?
We looked at photographs of ourselves back from the college days and laughed. Because sure, we were young and had unlined skin, but we wore jeans up midway up our waists and we had shoulder padded jackets and we hadn’t yet met our life partners and we didn’t have any children. That we knew of. No, we definitely didn’t have any children.
I felt lucky the entire weekend. Not only to be in a beautiful place with good friends, but to be there for a happy reason. To celebrate a birthday, to spend it together, to be getting older.
I’m excited to be part of American Cancer’s Society’s More Birthdays campaign. The American Cancer Society is dedicated to a world with more birthdays and less cancer. Please visit them to learn about what they’re doing and how you can get involved.
So here’s to more birthdays. Because they come with cake.
Thank you to the American Cancer Society for sponsoring this post.
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