My one today. My new today.

A new year. A new day. Sun streaming in my window. Calling me out.

I get out my bike. I ride around Central Park. I color Easter eggs.

I plan a little party for my son’s high school graduation. I RSVP to a dinner party.

My friend is coming over and we are making sushi tonite. And she’s giving me a massage. She’s a masseuse.

In college we had a cooking club; we made sushi. My life has not changed much since college. Although I live 65 blocks uptown from where I lived in college.

And in college I lived on Washington Square and Fifth Avenue and yes, for a little while on 34th Street. Living in New York is all about the real estate. Oh, I lived on 204th Street too and on 21st Street. In New York we don’t ask What you do? we ask Where do you live? As if, it defines us. Ah yes, you live on the Upper West Side. That explains it.

I am so lucky. To have the Upper West Side.

And I have awesome, crazy, creative kids. My husband is a caution. A challenge, but every single day, he tries to keep it together. That’s better than most. Keeping it together is good enough.

He made me an omelette for my birthday. And almond croissants. How nice is that?

My daughter Cat told me tonite that there will be a blood moon.

I may go for a swim now. Or to yoga. Maybe Pilates.

I do have freelance work to do. And must put in my time. I think I could give myself time off today for good behavior.

I need to paint the apartment.

I need to read my book for book club. We are reading the Boys in the Boat.

I need to plan my trip to Ireland. Am I really going to go? How hard it is to organize myself. I am much better at organizing my family.

This is my day. I am not crazy about getting older. But I consider the alternative.

And as I tell Chris, when he feels down, “You have a lot of love still to give.”

“Yes,” he says. “And a lot of love to receive.”

A birthday is a day to receive and I am not that good at acceptance. I would rather be the giver.

But oh, all right, if you must, then, give me a gift.

I tell my kids, “With me, it’s always the same. You can give me chocolate, a candle, a journal.” And so they do. And I am very, very grateful.

That is today’s Daily Post: Write op-ed piece, IMHO (In my humble opinion) that you’d like to see published.