“There is still no cure for the common birthday.”
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Last month, in the midst of finishing an audit, tax returns and other work deadlines, I turned 58 years old.
58 is just such a foreign number to me. I don’t feel it at all. Perhaps it is denial.
My twin sister and I celebrated by going to dinner at Sergio’s, our favorite Italian restaurant. We went with Michael and our cousin. It was fun, we had delicious food and talked about a trip that we plan to take together in the summer.
Birthdays have a special way of reminding us that this one life is finite. Our days here are numbered and we owe it to ourselves to make the most of all our days. That is my plan.
I don’t always succeed. Some days feel wasted. I am one of those people that want to see results, that feels that I need to be always productive. But life is not about results, it is about “ing”, the doing, the living, the trying. And that could be just ‘nothing”.
On those days that feel wasted, I look back, and I see the details. I look at the nothingness of the day and I see the immensity of it. And I am grateful.
Life is in those little details. Life is the experiences, but also the down time. Yes, it is just as it sounds: I am justifying and giving permission for me to do nothing 🙂
“I have a peculiar capacity for doing nothing and yet enjoying myself.”
― The Adventures of Elizabeth in Rügen
Blessed with a Star on the Forehead 