New day.

I cried this morning when I woke up.

This will be my last celebrated birthday. There is no point to celebrating if I am going to be sad about aging every year.

And it's not that I'm sad about my age... well, maybe I am. But at the same time I am proud of the years I've lived and I never want to deny my age or my life experiences. I just don't want to celebrate, I guess.

One of my birthday cards has a lovely quote from Emily Dickenson:

We turn not older with years, but new every day!

Maybe that is a better way of looking at it. Every day is a new day, a new experience, and of course a day older. No need to celebrate the milestones. But definitely a need to be proud of every new day?