Burth Day Gurrrrl :)

It's my birthday today and I am Frecklicious :)

I found my first birthday present in the living room while I was waiting for my deoderant to dry. Tastefully wrapped with co-ordinating card, there was my present from The Tenant. It is a fabulous Tipperary Crystal Wine Glass with a bottle of very fine McGuigan Merlot. Ta tart orm anois.

My birthday present to The Tenant was presented in a BookFinders bag in a cafe in a bus station 5 weeks after the event. It was a book. With historical facts and nuggets of geographical information in it.

Whoops.

32, eh? I remember when 23 was old. Like seriously old. Like you couldn't bear the thought of getting so ancient. Indeed, I had wanted to die at 27. But after almost-managing to die at 23 (but surviving with Brain Damage) and discovering Merlot wine, life became more palatable.

But I do have to think of all those milestones I wanted to achieve at 23 and haven't achieved at 32. These include:

- Getting married and divorced by 25
- Becoming a young and glamorous widow by 30
- Write a Dirty Irish Novel (ok - so nearly there on that)
- Have a family of 8 children
- Learn Tin Whistle
- Learn to do cartwheels
- Ownership of a range of cats

But I have achieved many things since I was 23. Including:

- more freckles
- more wrinkles (mostly from smiling ;)
- surf injury (proudly broken knuckle)
- a deep and spiritual connection with the universe (or is that poitín?)
- a ten-year old green vauxhall astra with a broken boot (thanks to The Tenant)
- a nest of pigeons

Life is Learning Journey. And Recovery is Not a Linear Process.