i celebrate another year older in a few weeks.
it’s the one time of year where I want to be celebrated. it’s the one time a year where i want the attention. the sortof attention that it’s all about ME. it’s the one day that i want to know, like really really know, that my being born matters. i gave up a very very long time ago that my birthday is going to be some planned momentous occasion. planned by another anyway. I make my own way in the hey it’s my day lets celebrate department.
the entitled part of me has a wish list. i always do this. you know the drill. it’s a list of items where later I can say. oh such and such gave me that for my bday. it’s about having something treasured that reminds me. my being born matters
folks are funny about being celebrated. some don’t want an ounce of hoopla. i say nonsense to that. it matters that you were born.
others i know expect a month long celebration. and they get it!! ha!! how do they do that?
in today’s day i have no expectations except a small practical suggestion i sent to my kids. because that’s the other part of me. i am pretty pragmatic.
next year i turn 60 on my birth year 1960.
part of me thinks. gosh perhaps thats a year to plan something.
what would i plan?
i have NO idea.
i had an invite this year for a road trip
a gal i know moved in with her man.
i would like to meet him.
investigating it further
the drama was going to be too much.
my ability to roll with drama lately is nill.
i also had to put a car repair before a road trip
but, this repair puts the annoying front brake sound to rest.
and perhaps i will go a year without car repair drama
i like that idea. i like that idea a lot
the year i met mr cowboy, our first date was around my birthday.
he did all the right things, truth be
maybe i am just a pushover.
the day one is born matters.
just like quite a few of you here
over the years
have gone out of your way
for my birthday.
thank you for that.
today is the day of the week i do art all day, i wrote a summation of what i plan to make in the upcoming year. it took me a better part of the day to make sense of it all – this is a new strategy for me. i am not quite at the place to see this past year in my rear view mirror. it was a good year that way. a different year but a good one but, i hit a stuck place recently because of some pretty serious overwhelm. i stopped all. i went internal and I did some thinking. and today. all that thinking came together and made sense. i am feeling rather inspired. inspired by me. who knew