I'll just say what I'm thinking.
I hope you do well. That all you dream to accomplish and experience comes true.
That's my thought for you today. Yeah, too often said without heart.
But I mean it. Keep this wish in mind. It's about perspective.
For the 58th time in my life, I woke to hear this.
That is the sound of my mother singing. The only day she sings to me is on my birthday.
Friends wonder why I need to be reminded when my birthday comes around. Now you know. Try listening to that as the first sound you hear when you wake up. It's become a running joke between my mom and I. She sings, I groan. We both know she can't sing worth a darn.
Mom is 92 years old. How many more times will I get the chance to groan?
I have never understood why a bunch of hoopla is created for my birthday. My dad's sperm and my mothers body decided what day it would be. I had little to do with it. Just showed up. Ignorant and breathing was my contribution.
Shouldn't the celebration be directed towards my parents? They did 99% of what was necessary for me to be born that day.
The first of May does have special meaning to me.
Though for different reason.
My birthday serves as an annual reminder to be kind to people. Year around. Because the only reason I'm doing anything is because of the love and encouragement of my parents.
And a whole bunch more. Starting with a doctor and nurse 59 years ago, through today. Nobody finds success and happiness alone. Many people touch our lives. Through good and bad.
So thank you. To all of you, for your help and encouragement. Especially, thank you Barb. That's her on the left... a photo snapped in 1976. With dreams yet ahead. Still dreaming today. We knew each other only a month at the time.
I'll close with my sincerest wishes for you.
That someday I can repay you even a tenth of what you have given to me.
The second wish is about wisdom and perspective.
May your breadth of ignorance be widely expanded.