I like to know what I'm doing

Some birthdays are more difficult than others.  I remember the year I turned 50.  Just divorced, living alone for the first time in my whole life, children scattering to the far sides of the U.S., it was something to think about as I hit the mid century mark.

Now as I approach 65, I am nearly overwhelmed by all the changes.  Driver's licenses, phone service providers and doctors oh my!  Add all the things necessary to keep life running smoothly, like fixing things on my computer and working on my friend's book and sometimes I wake up off and on all night long.

None of these things are beyond my scope, but all of them are at least a teensy bit out of my comfort level.

I like to know what I am doing. 

I don't mind working hard as long as I am sure I am doing the right thing.  In the back of my mind is a little voice that keeps whispering, "you're gonna dig all the way to New Zealand -- but your sposed to be going to the North Pole!" 

I'll be glad when everything is settled.