Could I possibly be ...? Wait ... whatttt? I wanted to embrace my auspicious day with grace and gratitude. I wanted to be calm, cool, and collected on The Big Day. Meditation every morning surely helped. As a Stroke Survivor, I treasure every single thing. I even appreciate sitting upright in my desk chair and typing this to you, because there was a time when that would be impossible. And I'll never forget it. A stroke underscores the absolute preciousness and precariousness of life. And whilst I was recovering, I never, ever imagined I would hit this birthday. Ever. Okay. Say it, Bonni. And say it proudly: I am 70 years old. Many thanks for all of the phone calls, texts, messages on Facebook and Instagram, friends. I am ever grateful for it all. Love, ...
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