Yesterday was my fifty-first birthday. It was as quiet day, no fuss and no muss, just the way I wanted it. Gerry bought me a big comfy manager chair for my office, there were birthday greetings from family and friends, and a special piece of turtle cheesecake after dinner, but all-in-all it was a day just like any other.
My fiftieth birthday was similar in some ways, but it felt significant in that I was crossing over into a new decade. There was a bit of apprehension as I considered what being fifty meant. Now that I’ve passed that milestone, I expect that birthdays will be fairly insignificant until I reach the next milestone.
Sixty, you’re thinking? No, fifty-five. Why? Two words: retirement eligible.
Happy Belated Birthday…..I'll be 48 in March….strange #…..I forget how old I am most of the time…usually have to count…okay I was born in 62..and it is what year??? can't be…
Happy Belated Birthday!
Happy Belated Birthday. I do know what you mean about milestones…I'll be 28 this year and all I can think about is that I want my 30's to be the start of the best decades of my life. 😛
Retirement eligible? That sounds great. Those 4 years will fly by! This year I celebrate 52–still feel 20 something. Sometimes I even act that way.;P
Happy Birthday, Linda! Wishing you a year full of happiness:-)
You are still so young! I turn 55 this year and just going back to work! What is retirement???
Happy Belated Birthday! It sounds like a wonderful day:)