~ Larry Lorenzoni
Yesterday was my birthday. Traditionally birthdays aren’t the greatest days for me. I think I just don’t like getting all that special attention, being singled out. It’s like being called on in class in grade school when you haven’t even raised your hand. it didn’t matter if I knew the answer or not. I didn’t want 40 eyes staring at me all at the same time, waiting for me to say something. By the time I got over the embarrassment of being in the spotlight, I usually had forgotten the question, let alone the answer.
The good news is that I really don’t mind getting older anymore. Besides, it’s hard to pretend you’re still only 35 when your daughter is about to turn 25. Eventually you just have to get over it and move on. I like to think that maybe a little wisdom has seeped in over the years, and I like to pretend that the grey hairs are a bonus; I don’t have to pay the hairdresser for highlighting anymore.
It turned out to be a nice day despite my trepidation. I tried to accept the attention graciously and enjoy myself rather than fretting that I would be “called on” and expected to have the right answer. With age comes the realization that nobody has all the answers anyway.
I look forward to another year of growth and new experiences. Life hasn’t let me down yet.