My Birthday is Tomorrow and I'm Turning Young

What most of you don't know is that I was born in 1850, and reincarnated as a downtowner. I don't know how it happened but it did.

Maybe it had to do with me leasing a loft last year. Or rising from a sewer hatch on Broadway. Or wanting to be able to wear my Annie Oakley skirt with the two guns and my different color flip flops at the same time - without anyone even paying attention.

I just came back. That's all. With a smile on my face and my very own blog and purple yoga mat.

Tomorrow, February 20th, in my reincarnated state, I will have my next birthday. I will ring in my Pisces New Year with a bang. A party at Chaya Downtown with my friends. Lots of martinis. Lots of laugh lines. Lots of doing whatever I damn well please, thank you very much.

And truth be told, I will exercise my magical birthday powers, too. Instead of moving the clock forward, I will turn it forever young. Since that is how I feel anyway.

I AM FOREVER YOUNG.

In my heart. Soul. Brain. Granola. Friendships. Belly button. Attitude. Whatever I can think of (which goes in and out - if you really must know).

And I will dance down the streets to Petula Clark's version of Downtown and play the lyrics again and again in my head. 

Wishing and hoping that we all live to be forever young.

Comments

[Jennifer]

Happy Birthday Nancy!! Have fun at Chaya!
P.S. - I have a purple yoga mat, too!

[Suzanne Arruda]

Happy birthday, Nancy.
Go get em!

[Vicky DeCoster]

"Belly button" and "attitude" are three words I LOVE to see next to each other in a post. Happy birthday, Nancy, and have a martini for me (or two)!