Today I love that it’s my birthday and I am now officially older than certain forms of dirt. I love that I am still not too old. I love that my credit card has quit tapping giving me the opportunity to make jokes about how people my age are too old to have such high tech things. I love that when I was a teenager I couldn’t imagine myself living longer than my early twenties and that’s gone by three times over now. I love growing old and not doing so quietly. I love making noise and drawing attention and making people laugh and hopefully helping them enjoy their own slow acquisition of years and accumulation of wisdom and humor. I love old people and always have. I love that I have always felt like I was an ancient person myself and felt more at home in the presence of mature persons, and yet I also love young people too and revel in their company as well. I love that, in retrospect, I’ve always just loved people and being around them. I love that on my birthday today I am in the Wednesday office despite the fact that it is obviously Monday and I should be home and contemplating staying in bed all day. I love being here because I get to see all kinds of people and that makes me happy. I love communities and I love that those are made up of people who often don’t realize and don’t even suspect that they are parts of a community. I love people who think they are going against their community when in fact they are just obstinate parts of the whole.
Today I love that the road was fine and the weather seems good and the storm has passed. I love that the world was a wonder of stars and moon and iced trees when we went out for a walk last night. I love walking on winter’s evenings when the cold stark beauty is so obvious. I love how good it feels to walk the beautiful streets of my town and feel like I’m home, which of course I am. I love that I found my way to this place and this area so many years ago.
Today I love plans for birthday lunch that may work out perfectly or may just be fond memories of us trying to get together for lunch on a work day. I love that I am going to go for a walk today and run a couple of errands and do other plain things but since I know that this is my birthday I will do them with a certain panache so as to be able to say that I celebrated, even if it was just a quiet celebration. I love that I cannot get through my birthday without thinking of my mother who’s day this really is, the anniversary of the first day she gave birth to anyone, and for that and the gift of my life I am so very grateful.
Today I love drinking coffee in the Wednesday office and contemplating what my 61 years of life have been for me, and how rich they are because of friends that are just people, just like you. Happy birthday to me. Good stuff, eh?