Some people like to demur on their birthday, play shy. But I was raised an only child, so I am totally comfortable standing up and taking all the attention on the day of my birth. Having given birth to a child, myself, I know that really it’s my mother who should be feted on this day, since she’s the one who did all the work, but I will celebrate on her behalf.
It’s not a milestone year, but it is in its own way. 39. Last trip round thirty-something. Next year my gynecologist will start talking to me about peri-menopause and I can comfortably complain about my bunions, my varicose veins and “middle age.” I can’t wait! My body is quickly catching up with my inner old curmudgeon. And the way I’m going to celebrate is big. I’m so excited about it:
Wait for it…
Wait for it…
I’m going to take myself away on a day long, silent writing retreat up in the hills. Awwwwww yeah!
What? You thought I was going to say hip-hop cruise? Sky-diving?
My son started kindergarten two weeks ago and our lives assumed a newly hectic schedule that leaves me less time to write. And I’m about to embark on a 30 day meditation challenge on September 1st, so it seemed like the perfect way to give myself what I need most: time to reflect and write. Not only because I get less of it, but because I’m starting to feel these two things–writing/meditating are–are the secret to most of the mindless, niggling suffering that afflicts me.
And I know, 39 years is not a lot. Not soooo many. But it’s more than it seems on paper. There’s a lot to reflect upon. Most importantly I’m reflecting on the immense amount of kindness that has been shown to me in my life and continues to be. The community I moved to 7 years ago is populated by people who give without a second thought. These people have taught me more than a thing about what it means to be selflessly kind. To pay it forward.
So, I have one birthday wish from all of you today. Consider doing something unexpectedly kind for someone today. Someone who might not see it coming but really needs it. That’s all. And if you don’t yet know who or what that is, stay open to it, and you’ll find the right act for the right person.
Thanks everyone. And please come back here on September 1st as I whine and moan, I mean wax insightful about meditating and journaling daily.
Thanks for being part of my journey.