I'm A Year Older & Fairly Happy About It

For those who don’t know, Sunday was my birthday.  My last birthday fell right after a break-up from a 2 year relationship. I was depressed and feeling a little lost.  Considering some of the not-so-happy events of this last year I didn’t expect this birthday to be much better.

I was wrong.

In the last month things have been turning around for me...or perhaps my perspective is just changing.  Most likely both.  It’s not that life has gotten easier exactly (although there do seem to be more opportunities opening up) but for the most part it just seems that life has become more...well, fun.

The friendships I’ve made over the last few years are growing stronger and I’m reconnecting with old friends who I hadn’t spoken to in years. I’m planning a “Girls Weekend” with a bunch of women who I used to go to high school with.  I’m singing karaoke, going salsa dancing, meeting celebrities, trying new foods. I’ve actually started a correspondence with one of America’s bestselling authors whose work I adore and who has taken it upon herself to advise and help me as I enter a new stage in my career. And to that end the Sophie books seem to be inching closer to making it onto TV.

As for the physical aspects of getting older...well there’s no denying that I look older than I did a few years ago. It’s harder for me to go without a decent night’s sleep than it used to be and when I do have a night of insomnia dark circles will appear under my eyes to announce my plight to the world. My smile lines are a little more pronounced. My eyelids are a tiny bit more droopy although the only way someone would notice that is if they spent several minutes staring at them in...oh, I don’t know...say a mirror thinking “Look at that crease! My eyelids are drooping! I’m getting ooooold!” Not that I would know anything about that.

And yet I know I’m in better shape than I was when I was twenty. Yes, I’m a bit thinner than I was then but more importantly I’m much stronger.  The male attention hasn’t dwindled too much and the attention I do get is no less flattering.  I’m dating and enjoying it...a lot actually.  I believe I’ll blog more about that point on Thursday.  

My son is doing well. I still worry about him but then again, I’m a Jewish mother. Worrying is a job requirement.   And I do see opportunities opening up for him too.  Unfortunately many of the opportunities (educational, social and physical-health-wise) are going to cost me a lot of money but I’ll find a way to scrape up the funds I need in order to ensure that he’s okay.  

I guess the biggest difference between my mood during last year’s birthday and this year’s birthday is that I’m feeling (dare I say it?) optimistic.  I’m a little afraid that I’m jinxing things by even saying that but there it is.  I think there might be some very good things ahead.  I’m not really sure what form those good things will end up taking but perhaps that doesn’t matter so much.  Perhaps what’s important is that I’m enjoying the moment more than I am stressing about the future.  It’s been a while since I’ve been able to do that. It might be the best birthday gift I’ve ever given myself.



Kyra Davis

Bestselling Author of:

The Sophie Katz Mystery Series
and
So Much For My Happy Ending
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