I can stop counting now
Later this month I will celebrate my 65th birthday. Birthdays have never bothered me, but this one does. Because. 65. Is. Iconic.
I can stop counting now. The numbers after this are irrelevant. According to the U.S. government, I am officially old. I am officially now: my parents.
I am: Petrified. Annoyed. Shocked. Depressed. Pissed off. Surprised. Confused. Sad. Frustrated. Impressed. Awed. Frightened. And tremendously giddy and reverently grateful that I’ve been blessed with a long life. I think of friends and family who’ve passed and send them love through the ether.
How will I celebrate my iconic birthday?
I will celebrate my birthday every day for the rest of my life. Every meal a celebration. Every encounter a party. Every day, every breath, a gift. Every day the most splendid ever.
I will buy myself whatever I want, anytime I want it. YES! How can I say such a cray cray thing? (Cray cray is millenial speak for crazy) It’s not because I have unlimited resources, but rather, because there’s not a whole lot I want. How liberating! I’m beyond the acquisitive stage of my life. I don’t crave bigger and better; I crave smaller and less. I have a fine wardrobe. My house is lovely. I’m not “into” cars. What I crave are experiences and if I did have unlimited resources I would spend it on first class travel and fine hotels.
My father used to say to my mother when they entered a shop, “Is there anything in here that you can’t live without?” implying that if there were, they would buy it. She would look and look and finally say, “nothing.” That’s how I feel today and it feels fabulously free.
Celebrate the fact that “struggle” is over. I’m talking about the natural struggle in life to find love, to have a good job, a better job, another better job, earn more and more money, to be recognized, appreciated, to have a home, to keep a marriage going, to raise children, to educate children, to care for my parents and accompany them in their passing. Wow! I am a champion!
My wise friend Sally says, “Now is the time for gifts.” The gift of time, the gift of pleasure. Designing each day exactly how I please. Reading whenever I want. Waking whenever I want. I can now enjoy culture, travel, thoughts, nature, human nature. I have nothing to prove anymore. I am a student of life.
Fire the negative voices in my head. Services no longer required. Everything is fine.
Recommit to yoga, meditation, Pilates and walking, every day. Pleasurable and essential for feeling fabulous. And, in the health category: drink less wine but better wine.
Devote time to causes and issues which matter to me. Feminism. Politics. Child abuse. Ecology. Human trafficking. Education.
So…that’s my simple post for today as I slide into my birthday-rest-of-my-life. If you have any thoughts to share, I’m all ears. Wishes for a happy day!
P.S. I will buy myself a bicycle for my birthday. That’s fitting for a 65-year-old, right? Not a fancy machine, just a solid street bike for toddling about town.
Hello my lovelies! Did any birthdays cause you particular…pause? Which one and why? How did you get through it? Any other ideas for me on this iconic birthday? The comments box is waiting below. Please share this post via the clever buttons you see, and enter your email above so you won’t miss a thing.