Last year for my birthday, I gave myself this challenge-
It was a wonderful present in courage and humor, friendship and love.
This year, as I cross into the murky waters of the late 40s, the only thing I wish for is, something even more unfamiliar to shake my system up. Because 46, with an empty nest, good health, some ability and no excuses, feels too soon to slide into somnolence.
So on the eve of my birthday, I sit writing.
Outside my window, an iconic beauty, so much older and wiser, stands watching.
Happy Birthday, to me.
- Empire State Building, 350 5th Ave