I have my annual birthday today. It hasn’t got a ‘0’ on, but is one of those numbers between 50 and 60 where you slip into another age bracket that those who set surveys get you to tick. Depending on the survey and the bracket, it can make me feel very old.
There was a time when I would work as normal on my birthday, but as I’ve got older, I’ve realised that time is running out; well not running out exactly, but anything that I don’t do now may well not get done done later. Perhaps it is part of loving yourself so you can love others, perhaps it is an indulgence or maybe the two are the same.
The last 3 or 4 years, I have usually gone for a long walk alone in a wild place; the kind of walk where you see few people, you sometimes get lost and you feel the blowing of the wind that sometimes threatens to topple you over.
That is where I will be for most of today-Snowmaggedon permitting. It is a useful reminder that I am very small against the wonder of all that is, that ‘purchased experiences don’t count’ (Douglas Coupland) and heaven for an introvert with extrovert features. Oh; and I may just drink beer this evening as well- it is a birthday after all.