A woman I spent some time talking with in my hometown bus station yesterday morning asked me if I was a student, and I was momentarily flustered by the question, answering clumsily, "Oh no, I'm out of school--Done with school. I'm older. I'll be 40 next year"--because I'm smooth like this in conversation, clearly (see: Goals, cross-referenced with Val, Self-Improvement Needs of) :)--and she exclaimed, "Forty!? I was thinking maybe 24 if you were out of school! Well! Good for you!" Noooo, thank youuuuuuuuu! We talked some more, and it was part of an otherwise already-lovely kick-off to the year ahead. Lisa and Cheryl, if I looked 39 or 40 or 45 to you in-person last month, let me have a week before you burst my bubble. ;)
Last year's birthday wishes and goals included finishing a first draft of the 80s memoir I've been working on, and while I've written a lot, I learned early-on this past year that producing a rough draft by this May wasn't a realistic goal, so the work on that continues. I continue to write, though, and I'm still walking my way back into running shape, dreaming of spending the morning of my 40th birthday finishing my first full marathon. I have a lot of (gained, lost, and re-gained) weight to (re-)lose before then, and many miles to walk and then run before that day, but it remains the goal. Here's to the year ahead.