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I am sure as you read this blog you are beginning to think, "I don't know one other person on earth that makes more of a fuss over their birthday, birthday month and now birthday year". Its craziness isn't it, but I am having so much fun with it. To be honest, I can't believe I am now 67 years old. How did that happen so quickly? Everyone says that you should live life to the fullest. I believe all of this mayhem is my effort to have some fun while trying to live life to the fullest.  

In 1976, my Grandpa Dempsey died at 67 years old, I was 19 at the time. It seems weird to write this, but I thought he was old, and his time had come. I guess being old for me at that time was around 67. He seemed old, he had been ill for years and he looked and acted old. My grandchildren aren't even teenagers yet, so I'm not sure if they think I am old. I loved to spend time with my Grandparents, and I have such fond memories of them. But I never did any of the things with my grandparents that I do with my grandchildren.  
I was 11 when Canada celebrated the 100th Anniversary in Canada. 1967 was the year all communities planned activities to celebrate confederation and our country's history and cultural heritage. Fifty million people visited Expo 67 in Montreal. In my hometown, a grand celebration was planned. The one thing that really stands out in my mind, are the gingham pioneer dresses that mom made for Kay and me. I loved wearing my gingham dress, although I can't image having to dress like the pioneer women did. 
                                                     
It is just amazing what you can find when you are wandering around on google. I happen to find this quote about people who resonate with the number "67".

Those people are very pragmatic, cautious and idealistic. They will find the answers to important life questions by using their intuition. 

There is no doubt I will resonate with the number 67 for the next year. Why not, it's my new number. I had to look up the meaning of pragmatic. It means a person takes a realistic approach or "doing what works best". Oddly, it is the opposite of idealistic. Which means "believing that very good things can be achieved, often when this does not seem likely to other people". I think I have the ability to swing from pragmatic to idealistic as required. I have always depended on my intuition to help with decision making. I do have some important life questions I would love to have answered and maybe just maybe this is the year. 
                 

As my 66th year came to an end so did the list of 66 things. So, my thoughts go to what should I do in my 67th year? I have a good friend who used to have very short hair. She was one of those people that looked the same every day, her hair never seemed to get long. Well, in covid she started to grow her hair and now it is long, curly and beautiful. It is very becoming to her. I had a moment where I thought, I should grow my hair long and not cut it for the whole year. I have never had long hair and that would be a great knee jerk thing to do. This is how my mind works. One day I am growing it long and the next day I am making a hair appointment. I realized suffering through growing my hair long for an entire year was way more work than I was the least bit interested in. I have since had my hair cut and I will continue to regularly get my hair cut. I have natural curls and when it comes time for a cut, my hair is usually out of control. I have had the same hairdresser for well over a decade and she does an amazing job of cutting my hair. Natural curly hair is a lot more difficult to cut than one would think. So, a Plan B was developed for the year, and it couldn't be farther from growing my hair long. I have already written about how I plan to "celebrate" or do something on the 27th of every month for a year. 

I do have a hard time imagining being complacent with life. Being creative and challenging myself is how I roll. I would be one of today's kids that says, "what are we going to do now?". Now that I am 67, I realize I can enjoy being busy when I want to be, or lazy when I want. It doesn't really matter which one is going to happen or when, I am just going to enjoy the mood.   




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  1. Belated Birthday Wishes Faye! Hope you have a wonderful and blessed year!

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