I admit, it’s weird. I went for a walk and looked at some flowers and didn’t really feel any different than I did yesterday. But I have to say, I do feel like I’m at a mid-point. I can understand why people buy sports cars or start dating twenty-year-olds. I just don’t want it to be halfway yet, not when I’m just finally figuring shit out.
But I’ve had the Old Man on my mind quite a bit lately. Just how long He’s been hanging around. And I’m glad for that level of weirdness to go on that length of time. This morning, I was thinking about how that kind of is an unintended drawback to Christianity. Jesus dies when he’s younger than the Butcher. What model do you have for how to be holy at forty? Whereas the Old Man is old.
I also was thinking about Walt Whitman and how maybe I’ll reread “Song of Myself” this summer and see what it has to tell me this time.
Anyway, happy birthday to me.
And something my mom pointed out to me my last birthday-you’ve actually just finished your 40th year of life and are starting your 41st.
Happy birthday! I hope it’s a day of work, play, family, and friends all bringing you pleasure.
Happy Birthday! Enjoy yourself!!
Hey, 50 is even better!
Happy birthday to you, indeed!
Happy birthday! 40 was a bummer for me, but I got over it, especially when I looked in the mirror and did not see an ancient crone staring back (yet).
Happy Birthday Hehehee :)
Hope you have had a great birthday, AuntB!
Happy beginning of your 41st year of gracing the planet with all the wonder and fineness that is Our B!
Since you’re more introspective and self-aware than most folk are at 65 or 70, I suspect your thoughts, as well as your actions, continue to put you on the path you need to be traveling. Bless you and the path you’re on, wherever you may go.