So you say it's your birthday...

Jan 05, 2009 10:07

Thirty-one years ago, in the ABC Ward of the Premature Births Unit at the Martinez, California hospital, I started. This was somewhat unplanned on my part, as was a lot of what came after. But that's the fun of it, right?

Since then, I have lived in Washington, California, New Jersey and Indiana, and England. I have picked blueberries in the rain, fallen down the stairs of a deserted Tube station, been bitten by all manner of venomous reptiles, written books, written songs, found friends, had my heart broken, broken a few hearts, danced on tables, stripped on stage, learned to draw, written a sonnet every day for a year, run away from a train, passed out on a train, told the truth, told a lie, eaten ten times my body-weight in tomatoes, fallen in love with candy corn, and generally done my best to be the best Marilyn Munster Halloweentown Disney Princess cautionary tale coyote girl that I can. I haven't always gotten it right, but I haven't always gotten it wrong, either.

I am glad to be here.

Thank you all for being here, too.

life rocks, contemplation, self, good things, gratitude

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