1. How the fuck did this happen? Sorry, I think I also started last year's birthday post with a similar sentiment, but the thought occurs every year - how did this happen? And when? Was I not paying attention?
2. 52 is better than 42, which was a hell of a lot better than 32, and let't not even talk about 22. The best part of aging is that every year, you give less of a rat's ass about all the things that bothered you in the preceding decade. If 52 is any indication, I'm going to be a dangerous old woman.
3. I wish I had as much physical energy as I do mental. I get tons of ideas, and have about half the follow through that I'd like. When I had the energy, I had no idea what to do with it.
So there you have it. Another year, a few more cranky thoughts about the aging process.