I usually go through a period of introspection when my birthday rolls around and for the last three years I’ve been blogging, I’ve shared with everyone what’s going on in my head prior to celebrating another year of life, a life that I can say that I’m truly thankful for. I was shaving the other day, looking at all the grey hair in my beard, appearing in my eyelashes and eyebrows and I sighed and said to my reflection, “Well, you are gonna be 58 in a few days, right?”
I think I’m now at the age where I can really appreciate having a birthday and while it’s no longer about partying like a drunken rock star, it is about appreciating all that has taken for me to get to having this birthday. Things are good despite the sadness that dropped in for a visit in the last year; losing my nephew, then my aunt, and then my sister has seriously put a lot of things into perspective.
But then there are the joys that take away the sadness, like my baby mentioning to me a little while ago that this year alone – and within three months or so – we’ve seen all six of our children and all of our grandchildren, even though seeing one of them was via an ultrasound ’cause they’re still in the oven.
Otherwise, I haven’t had much of a reason to be introspective as I have been in the past – and I don’t find it all that unusual. It’s not that there aren’t things I’d like to do or deep thoughts that only have words inside of my head or even feeling like I’m on the down-hill side of life – it’s just that I’m really doing quite well and all things considered. You always think, “Well, shit could be worse…” and while that’s true, the fact of the matter is that it’s not worse and that every day is a damned good day to be alive and enjoying life as much as you can and while you still have the ability to do so.
Life, my friends, is good… and here’s hoping for yet another year for me to tell you these things!