Today, I’m another year wiser, more mature, experienced and centered. I’m also another year heavier, achier, creakier and more forgetful. I’m never really sure what to make of birthdays any more. Somehow, I still have this expectation left over from childhood that they will be magical and wondrous in unimaginable ways. Needless to say, they end up being like most every other day, but for a scattering of presents, well wishes, and maybe a nice meal out. As you might infer from the above, I consider aging a mixed bag. I guess that’s better than some people manage in our youth-oriented society, but I’d rather find a way to see it as wholly positive, or at least be more accepting of the way in which I can’t get the benefits without the costs. At least I have young progeny to make up for the fact that I’m getting older 🙂