Happy Birthday To Me . . .

11/14/2022

I met these beauties in my late teens and early twenties - I'm the last one to hit the 60s mark. I couldn't ask for kinder people to grow with through the gloriously messy years. I am grateful.

I planned a couple parties to celebrate this years birthday; one with family and friends and another with sister-friends at a different time and place. Yes, I planned, not one but two, parties for . . . myself.

A sister-friend called awhile back reminding me that my big day is coming up hot on the calendar and she excitedly asked how we are going to celebrate. As the conversation progressed and we compared schedules, we hung up from our chat with the party planning assigned to - me. LOL! So, I issued invitations, delegated meal items and reserved locations.

Then, a work call came through a few days ago followed with an email providing a flight reservation that takes me 230 miles NW of Anchor-town five days before my 59th.

As the peeps in my life are prone to do, they did a little party planning on the fly so a few of us could gather and they organized a bon voyage birthday celebration. Roses and cards and gifts and cake and hugs and laughter and an operatically sung Happy Birthday tune met me at a local restaurant we’ve each frequented for more than 30 years.

In my late teens and early twenties these beauties gifted my life with friendship; a gift that’s kept giving whatever year the calendar reads. So no matter whether I plan my own shin-dig or one is thrown together for me in a lickety-split fashion, I am grateful others care to celebrate life with me.

Here is to another gloriously messy year filled with love and laughter and all that makes the heart sing - operatically.

Silly operatic singers. Such fun people

A week apart, we celebrate our birthdays with sweet friends

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As a young adult, I believed there to be a point of arrival; a place where internal struggles with fear or anger or confusion give way to assurance and appropriate displays of passion and clarity of thought and direction. Where striving with relationships transform into understanding and acceptance and the propensity to self-protect shifts to trust and confident vulnerability. However, to my dismay, I was startled to learn, through a friend in her 80s, my perception was most definitely a misconception.

My dear friend humbly confessed to me that she’d had a spat with her daughter, a few days prior to our visit, where she had to go back and apologize for words she’d spoken in anger. I’d only ever known my friend to be a soft spoken, humble, gentle, thoughtful, kind, considerate, caring and definitely a go-the-extra-mile kind of individual. My friend laughed at my wide-eyed disbelief that she were capable of anything but the aforesaid attributes. She gently assured me she too is a work in progress and in order for her to continue to grow, even in her 80s, apologies were a necessary part of her maturing.

At the time, I felt overwhelmed at hearing her confession as my own growth seemed so slow, from my perspective, in developing. I have since found her admission a comfort. I’ve learned that growth is indeed a life-long process and occasionally there is a bit of pain associated in the progression. There is pain at humbling enough to apologize, pain in drawing healthy boundaries that may meet with resistance and on the list of painful growth promoting processes proceed. But, pain is merely an indication that maturity is finding its way into my character and my habits and my thought processes. Pain bears the potential to remind me that my life story is a gloriously, messy one similar to those of my fellow growth promoting family members, friends and associates. And . . . pain too, reminds me that I am very much alive. Growing pains indicate I am still in the race working toward a strong finish.

We’re never too old to grow our character, change our habits or renew our thought processes - in spite of pain, or maybe, because of pain.

Guffaw Thru Life

It's such fun jumping on beds . . . and couches too and eating pie from the center before serving it to others. I love laughing and I appreciate people who make me.

Life is amazing with its possibilities. And, I am blessed by the wonderful people in my life and the liberty I have to pursue what brings me joy. In spite of life's griefs, there is peace and joy and love enough to fill all the spaces.

Zephaniah 3:17
"The Lord your God is in your midst, a Warrior who gives victory; He will rejoice over you with gladness, He will renew you in His love, He will exult over you with songs of deliverance."

Happy Birthday To Me . . .

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