Happy Birthday to me!
Completing 45 revolutions around the sun!
I turn 45 years old today.
Half-way to 90, like a friend's mom said to him last year.
If we're lucky, like another friend said when I shared the above quip with her.
The passage of time is a beautiful thing. It feels like quite a bit to take in that I've spent 45 years of living, breathing, doing, seeking, learning, thinking, feeling, experiencing, loving.
Like something that seems to have happened of its own accord when I was busy doing other things and calling them living.
Every experience has given me something precious, changed me in some way, even though I obviously don't recall every single one of them.
Memory is another thing that has been playing hide-and-seek with me, but that's also because I've been quite intentional about not letting the past or the future take up as much room in my head as they used to before.
It's become all about the present moment for me now, leaning into it, doing the best I can, understanding that others are doing the best they can too.
It is a beautiful space to be in.
It's quite a privilege to be in this space, where my needs are satisfied, my wants are in alignment with how much I have, and I no longer mistake self-deprivation for contentment, desire or ambition for discontentment, or possession for love.
Happy birthday to me!
Much gratitude to my parents who gave me a passage to enter this world, looked after me when I was small and vulnerable, and remain my friends, mentors and guardians to this day.
Endless love to KrA and D, the two people I share my days and life with; I truly feel very grateful for the time and the moments of simple love and connection I get to spend with them.
Here's to spending many more days loving, writing, reading, laughing, and eating cake!
