The sound of rain woke me before the light had come, but the day gave way to sunshine by afternoon. I stayed in bed late, then read, then rose. It was a tranquil beginning to my quietest birthday yet.
I usually plan a celebration of some sort – I love my birthday! – but this year I didn’t feel that’s what I wanted for some reason. It might have had something to do with the storm – seeing the damage it wrought across much of the Eastern seaboard, but most personally, of course to my beloved New York.
Maybe it had to do with my anxiety over the impending election, too. (Please vote!)
But today there was no sadness. I was happy to face the day on my own terms.
After my languid start, I went to the library to work for a few hours, as has become my habit. Some would say, rest! Don’t work on your birthday! But slowly getting back into a committed writing routine is the gift I’m giving myself.
After a couple hours trying to shape one paragraph (yes, that’s a normal pace for me), I left the library then took a spontaneous detour to Pere Lachaise. The sun had come out in full force by now and as it’s Sunday, plenty of folks were taking their weekend stroll.
The more I visit the cemetery, the more in touch with life I feel. It reminds me how precious are our days. (And seeing what can happen in a storm reminds me, too! Things can change in an instant!)
When I returned home, I had many messages waiting for me online. I love the birthday parade of well wishes! It is like a virtual party! And so I thought to write to you, too. Thank you for being part of my days; I love hearing from you all.
I had tea and cookies with a friend, then a Skype date, too, but am finishing the evening alone again, about to read some more. End the day as I started.
A (mostly) solo birthday and yet I do not feel alone. I’m grateful I get to live my life as I please and that love is all around me.
Thank you, friends!