They Say It’s Your Birthday
Fifty-seven years old is kind of a boring birthday – no kind of milestone attached to it. It’s not even a catchy number like fifty-five.
I have no big plans. Nothing up my sleeve. No inspiring thoughts or big changes. I’ve been trying to come up with something wise to say for two weeks now. Nothing…
I do have a mantra though.
And I’ll go ahead and steal someone else’s wisdom that I ran across last week:
“Giving up on your goal because of one setback is like slashing your other three tires because you got a flat.” ~ Louise Hay
I had to laugh because moments before, I’d been jotting down my thoughts on a scrap of paper and had written this:
Most of my free time lately has been spent working on organizational issues for my book. I have the problem of having fourteen years of writing to dig through and pluck out the pieces that fit and will make the best story.
To narrow things down, I hold everything I’ve written up and ask whether it answers one of these two key questions:
and deciding you don’t care how people react.
You are going to tell the story.”
Happy Birthday number 57 Miss Kick Ass. Love that center photo (and all the others of course). Write on woman!!!!!
Great post MAery..Happy Birthday!!! Love all your younger days images.
I think not caring what others think and even when they heard you or not is so vital to writing. I believe when we write from our heart, the universe hears us and you make a difference.
(I’ll come back to this post when I turn 57 in June!)
Happy Birthday!!!! I love the third question. The best part about getting older is not caring what other people think!