by Roz Burak

Yesterday was my birthday, 73 in case you’re wondering.   It’s funny, not only am I happy to be 73, I’m happy to tell people.   I remember when I was 64, my sister-in-law wished me a happy birthday on FaceBook and said something like “happy 64^th birthday, you’re almost catching up to me.”  I was so upset with her that she said my age.  I remember thinking how mean that was of her,

Go figure, now, I’m 73, 9 years older and happy to sing it from the rooftops. 

I also got my first “you look good for 73,” I really don’t know what to say.  It’s really a funny comment.  How am I supposed to look at 73?   I’m sure it’s meant as a compliment; it doesn’t really feel like it.  It’s like there’s something wrong with looking like your age — whatever that looks like.  It’s all very interesting,

In some ways, I think this aging process may be something like when you’re a child and you keep discovering new things about yourself and the world.

Aging — it really is the gift that keeps on giving!!!!