Days 51-54: If I were more of a professional at writing this I would write a dandy excuse and then break this out into several posts. I am trying to keep the days together, so here it is–some fun and crazy stuff, some introspection and learning that happened in the days preceding, including, and after my 63rd birthday.
On day 51, I went to work with a singular goal in mind–get through the day and look forward to the weekend. I did the thing I do nearly every year for my birthday–I bought pizza for my co-workers. It’s not a big expense but it makes me so happy to see people who don’t expect good surprises in that place to have one once in a while. Someone remarked about my generosity and I told them it was a completely selfish action–I enjoyed myself immensely. Surprise pizza is never a bad idea.
I woke up on day 52 to a world coated in ice. After days of spring-like weather, it got cold and brittle. So, I made hot tea, snugged in with my comforter, and began underling things and writing in the margins of my copy of Crones Don’t Whine. Just the phrase appeals to me because I can’t become one of those women who has nothing more in her life than soap operas and swapping stories about fair/good/poor bowel movements. If you’re still here, you’re not here just to poop and talk about it. Jean Shinoda Bowen writes: Moving on becomes an option or a necessity, predictable and unpredictable events happen. It’s not only that outer circumstances change; your thoughts, feelings, and dreams may also shift and change. Many women now feel a pull toward solitude for reflection, self-expression, inner development or just plain time off from others. Inner time is needed for this new season of your life. I turned these words over and over in my head and looked at the challenge that is the most cluttered room in my house–the room with my computer, sewing and art supplies. The words self-expression and inner development challenge me. Part of practicing contentment is feeding the passions in your life. Mine are shifting. But shifting to where?
On day 53 I turned 63. If my mom were still around, she would probably be 72 by now. Her credo was, If you don’t have enough sense to lie about your age, it’s not my fault. I don’t lie about it. I stopped dying away the grey about 3 years ago. I have saggy parts and body fat. I cover those things in bright, comfortable clothes. Deal with it.
At a pre-birthday dinner with some of my best friends, we ate amazing Lebanese food and solved the problems of the world. I listened to them disagreeing with one another and thought about how lucky I am to have them in my life. Friendships are an amazing gift. My friend who recently adopted a dog at my urging gave me a birthday card with a note from her new pup included. He thanked me for saving his life. That was an awesome gift, too.
My birthday went like this: Drop off my leak-infested new car at the dealership for a week of rehab and leave being forced to drive a 2017 Malibu with 37 miles on it. Sigh. Gasp. Poor me! A dear friend and I went off for mani-pedis that took up most of the afternoon. It was soothing and I struggled to remember when I had last done this. Self-care, therapeutic touch–these are important when you are on your own. I must do this more often. Back at home, my son had made chicken soup from scratch–more soothing than birthday cake. We sat telling stories and ideas while I imbibed in too many margaritas. Mark that down in the older but not wiser in all things column.
Today, day 54, I had a hangover and nobody to blame but me. I put my grey-streaked hair in braids, added some BB foundation and went grocery shopping. I bought some groceries for my son. It’s not my job and I kind of regret it. Sigh. I napped and avoided any progress on the house but I did put a name to what’s stopping me in that room. And I am actually going to write about that here tomorrow. The best part was writing thank you 63 times to friends and family who had wished me a happy birthday. What a gift. What a future? What a Present!