Happy birthday to me. Happy new year to me. And you, yes, of course, to you too.
Friday, January 1, 2010
don't stop, don't stop the dance
Thirty years ago, I climbed on the rocks and bounced on the great bales of seaweed tied up by the shore. Twenty years ago, I was in college, pursuing spiky hair and the arts. Ten years ago I flitted about between academia and the merrily meretricious dot com bazaar. And now, a few days after the delightful birthday party, more than half way through the one year blogging experiment, I'm the queen of sofas and fairy cakes, owner of a eucalyptus tree, peacekeeper for the rowdies, and 39 years seems a longer time than I have lived.