Its great. I am always floating on my birthday, no matter what happens. I force my kids now, to make me a card. And its accompanied by a million groans and comments about lameness. and still i get a card so i feel the golden light in me flickering.
47. I have a friend who says that typically 47 is a crisis year for women. a real mid-point. (she is also 47) I say, I’m pretty strong right now, though tired, I’ll deal with whatever comes.
And. I’ve filled this past week with friends, one way or another. A super long phone call with the bestie, who will visit in august for the first time in many years. All the stories and reality tv of our dreams. or naps. but together!!
I saw a friend for burgers mid-week who was so very happy to see me.
My mom and sister took me out to a stunningly placed restaurant in my very own town. Fish tacos for the win.
I had a friend I haven’t seen for over two years come down and spend hours with me just watching a movie and talking. Alien. I had never seen it so had to do a little pacing and out-loud talking to the screen and the clear idiots on it. (I am definitely not a quiet thriller-watcher) I just watched the trailer again in order to link it up there, and couldn’t handle the ominous buildup feeling. Good lord. But its funny, so damn funny, to be so thrilled. And friends that love you are a bonified treasure.
Friends that love you are a bonified treasure.
So I feel that, a lot, this birthday week. Love. and some hope trickles in. It makes such an enormous difference.
I don’t think I was entirely aware how much I was lacking it, hope. I can be very bogged down in the practical, believe it or not. 🙂
The sands are always shifting, right? And sometimes, they’ll bring you right to the oasis. Sometimes. They can. And why not?
Maybe I should get me some lottery tickets. (my almost 16 year old starts driver’s ed this week. Might need the boost.)
Love love, and hope.