What is the difference between one’s birthday and the other 365 days of the year?
I think it is the fact that we intentionally celebrate it. Otherwise, it would be just like all the other days in a year.
I, therefore, recommended celebrating oneself intentionally, lovingly, and fully for one’s birthday each year. Take the time to express gratitude for this life, and to celebrate all that one has done within and with it.
Happy birthday eve to me… 😉
I am reminded today of why I stopped doing anything big for my birthday, any kind of party: Because almost nobody would show up. It ended up being a stressful, depressing time leading up to my birthday every time, where at least half the people would be wishy-washy and/or just end up cancelling last-minute, so I gave it up. Because people can really suck sometimes. And I don’t like to be reminded of that on my birthday, when I am aiming to be especially grateful for my life.
Perhaps this is a reminder that I was on the right path, not bothering searching for people. They will show up at the right time, if I am being true to myself. With real friends, we never have to try – they just are friends.
Today was the 67th anniversary of my maternal grandparents (Grandma and Opa), and the 90th birthday of Grandma. And yes, she got married on her birthday.
We celebrated with a small family event, which included a brief surprise Zoom call from almost all the grandkids (and great-grandchildren), who were spread around the country (the ones out of country called in earlier in the morning). It was a real delight, and on many levels.
Considering being married to someone for 67 years is one of those incomparable things that I just cannot seem to fathom. Yes, I certainly understand it conceptually. However, I haven’t done anything for 67 years – not even life – so I cannot grasp such a length of time. And I also am not married to anyone, so neither can I grasp that fully (or at all). Sure, they have struggles and problems beyond just their physical and mental limitations brought on by their aging bodies and minds. Being with anyone almost all day almost every day for even a few weeks can be rough. I cannot imagine doing that for almost thirty years straight (that’s how long ago my Opa retired).
They have also managed various medical concerns and issues that have added significant amounts of stress for them, either directly for themselves and their own health or second-hand from another family member’s health here and there. And yet here they are, ninety years old, still walking around and driving themselves places and carrying on genuine and real conversations and taking care of themselves at home on a daily basis. At times, this frightens me – old age and people in it often have. I nonetheless am honored to be a selected part of their lives, and am grateful for the opportunity to have them in my life and for so long. They are extremely loving people who have taught me much in life, and who continue to love me and to teach me, and in many ways. I love them dearly.
Happy Birthday, Grandma.
And Happy Anniversary, Grandma and Opa.
I guess, on some birthdays, we kind of just get older.
(You know, kind of a morose, Les Misérables “At the End of the Day” kind of view of it, but just not quite so desperately bad.)
SO not my usual way of spending any birthday, including my own, but that apparently was what the world put on the books for today.
It’s been an odd several months, though, and I haven’t even adjusted to the fact that it isn’t September right now, so it doesn’t much surprise me that the world was all off-kilter today, too.
Fortunately, everything was off-kilter in a very me sort of way, so good came of it all – it just wasn’t at all usual for my birthday’s activities and happenings…., but some really great and exciting things are to come in celebration of today’s event, aka my life, in the next several months and throughout the year.
I personally am really looking forward to the mid-March activity/event. 🙂
Happy Birthday, World. 🙂
Today was the shortest day of the year, the winter solstice.
Today also was my brother’s birthday.
It was wonderful – I got to devote almost my entire day to delighting, empowering, and loving someone else, and it happened to be someone who openly appreciated it all and who truly experienced the love from all of us around him.
I’m not so sure there is much of a better feeling to be had than that…
Perhaps this could be something I organize doing more often, and not merely for special occasions… it is just so wonderful.
Tonight, I am well and good exhausted. Why is it that plans all happen right around the same time as one another? For weeks, I grow lonesome in the world, with everyone being unavailable or uninterested in doing anything together, and my having loads of free time. And then, the one week that I am suddenly booked for work, so many things happen, and people reach out wanting to do things. Of course, I want to go do those things with those people, and so, even though I don’t do them all, the ones I do do are totally exhausting after the already booked work schedule of the week.
Also, I love this scene from “Clueless”, a movie based on Emma, a novel by Jane Austen. We talked about it tonight while having more cobbler and ice cream back at the house, after midnight, and after we’d already gone to a play-plex to be semi-children for the celebration of our birthdays.
(Those all rhyme, in case you were wondering.)
Tonight, again, I spent some time with friends after school. I napped briefly in the car, while I waited for them to arrive at our early dinner location. We had a silly time figuring out how to order our Poke (think of a short “okay” with a p in the front), and chatted and ate and chatted some more, before heading outside to chat and dance and do acrobatic bits (because, why would we not do such things?). We were all a bit tired, but only ended our time together, because the two of them had to go pack (one is moving apartments tomorrow, and the other is leaving to visit Australia for vacation).
At lunchtime, I had a Spanish-speaking lunch with some students, while I played ukulele alongside one of them. I dragged kids through knowledge, forcing them to think and do well on their tests – I actually handed some tests back immediately, telling them, “No,” go fix this stuff. After school, I played a birthday song for a different student, and gave her a guitar string ring I made in Japan (not because she’s my favorite or anything, but because she always steals my jewelry during class, and hopes I won’t make her give it back. So, I figured I’d give her something of her own that was sort of mine. It was fun playing the song and singing for her. I had forgotten how fulfilling it was, when I’d sung for my dad’s 64th birthday (“When I’m 64” by the Beatles, of course).
Yes, I feel satisfied in my day today. It was good and fulfilling, an oddly uncommon combination for me in recent years. I am delighted with this having happened twice this week. I look forward to the next one and many to come. 🙂