Oh heck. It’s no secret. I turned 45 today!
And to celebrate, I took a four day weekend – which includes an actual weekend! Even Sunday! I started it off Thursday with an annual trip to my girl doc. She ordered me to get shots and get smashed. Seems appropriate for a birthday celebration. But I have a whole year, so I may just “celebrate” when I get closer to next year’s appointment.
With that out of the way, I proceeded with the slothness I’ve been looking forward to all summer long. Occasionally guilt set in, but then I remembered… it’s my birthday… so I dug deep to see what it is I really want to do… and it turns out it’s NOTHING. I really want to do nothing.
Of course, nothing can’t start until I’ve at least got a workout in. So this morning, I set out on my usual 7 mile route. Now usually, I run this route in the dark. But today, my slothday, I slept in til 7! So my entire run was in daylight! Oh the things I could see! (Lotsa cars for one. Felt a bit like I was in the Frogger game.) I was having so much fun, my 7 miles turned into 8, and I was almost sad when it was over. (I did have a little bit of “take that 45!” to inspire me to keep going.)
The family is making it easy for me to do nothing. They picked MY day, to go on a college visit… without me. They left with a lot of “Are you sure you don’t mind?” “Are you sure you’ll be alright all by yourself?” “Won’t be too quiet for you, will it?”
I assured them I’ll be alright, and tried to hide my excitement as I booted them out the door.
And I was! I had a great day of doing what I want, when I wanted. Well, except for Senior night at the football game. But even that wasn’t too bad. The fact that Amp has made it to his senior year, and is done with marching band is a huge relief to all of us.
I ended my day with the last of my candy corn and peanuts, a bowl of ice cream, and the couch.
I love being 45.*