Today is a special Saturday post because I'm joining Tizzy over at Impossible Dreams (here), for her Nifty Fifty Blogfest Contest (pick me! pick me!). She's celebrating having over fifty followers on her blog and is doing so by offering a challenge to other bloggers to write a piece having to do with the number 50.
Fifty is actually a number that's been on my mind quite a lot lately. Just recently I've begun my 50th year of existence - at this time, fifty years ago, I was a two week old embryo. I was just a tiny floaty thing that looked like some kind of mutated shrimp, but I'd begun. My mother knew by then that she was pregnant.
I once asked her if she thought, at that early stage, about who I would become. She said she didn't. Her only hope was for a healthy baby - 10 fingers, 10 toes, and all the other bits in the right places. She got her wish on November 17, 1961.
Something I've also been pondering heavily the last couple of weeks is, "what was I born for?" Not why was I born, but what was I born to do - as in, "Yeah, baby... I was born for that!" Y'know, things that stir me. I thought... why not make a list of Fifty Nifty Things I Was Born For?
Why not, indeed? So, I took a look at the accumulation of half a century and came up with a list. There's only one wee caveat; the whole is greater than the sum of the parts it's made of.
Here goes... Fifty Nifty Things I Was Born For
4. Playing piano
9. Telling stories
10. Making others laugh
12. Making love
14. Inner strength
19. Being stubborn
28. French Fries
33. Eric Clapton's music
38. Bean! (Coffee, for those who don't know me.)
40. Doing laundry
41. Making cards
47. Flying in my dreams