I’ll be 48 years old in a couple of days. Thank heavens! I’ve been telling people I’m 48 for about a year now. Not trying to mislead anyone – I honestly forgot. Besides, 48 is such a nicer number than 47 and this way, I get 2 years of it.
If I had to pick a Best Year, I think it might be 1999. It was year of hell and turmoil, but was also the year I fell in love with Ron Scot Fry and we traveled to England for the first time. All the other stuff – divorce, moving across country, starting a new job – fades.
Oh, 2005 was pretty rockin, too. I ran my first marathon.
2010 will end up being a mind-blowingly amazing year when all is said and done. We launched Shakespeare in the Park. I learned that Caper Company is capable of growing from one year to the next. I will have lived a whole year of significance. I guess that 47 years old has actually been pretty good, so far. Makes me want to party.
What should I do on Wednesday to celebrate?
Susan Scot Fry
Update… Yesterday, my buddy Susan wrote to me via Facebook:
I wrote back: “Take a dream forward. That’s it. Right there. I didn’t know it, but I was looking for permission. I even know the dream.”