Recently Maya Angelou visited me via Oprah’s Master Class. Wow. She is so powerful. Did you see it? If not, I’m sure they’ll replay it on OWN. Anyway, in one hour she gave me days of thought.
Including the litmus test for a life well lived: When your name comes up in conversation, is the reaction, “Oh, hell …,” Or, “Oh, my gosh! I love that girl! …” That’s it. That’s all.
As I blow out the candles this year; my wish is to have been, to be, and to grow into the kind of person who, in what ever way, shape, or form, lifts others up. And the kind who, in what ever way, shape or form, allows herself to be lifted by others.
My birthday reminds me my years are numbered. Heck, my days are numbered. My wish is to make them count.
The years are numbered. Make them count.
Alaskarella, the birthday girl
Do you think we look alike?