The Answer to the Ultimate Question of Life, the Universe, and Everything
--from The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy, Douglas Adams
So this is the week I turn older every year, and sometimes I have a big party, like the year I turned 40 and had a 1940's party (the good parts of the 1940s). I was Rosie the Riveter. That was fun.
Most other years, I just make a point of feeling grateful--not in a smarmy way, but honestly taking stock of where I'm at and who's around me and how cool everything is without anyone trying too hard.
This is a random picture from my birthday this year, which captures a lot.
Jordana made me a batch of Birthday Balls (pictured). I made up a rule that I was allowed to wear whatever I liked on other people for my birthday moment, so that's Radha's purple scarf and Sarah's Christmas moccasins. This scared them a bit because they wondered if they were going to get their things back, but that is not the point ;) There happens to be an easel in the photo, which makes me happy because I've been painting. There's also a tiny rocking chair because I'm involved in an African fundraiser, but it also represents the awesome time I'm having with the children's outdoor preschool. My hair is looking gray, which is good because I have a list of things I want to do when my hair is full-on gray. People yelled 'Hip Hip Hurray' instead of singing happy birthday, which really just gets to the point. (And I'm pretty grateful for all the good-hearted and totally-engaged-in-life-people I seem to be surrounded by in general. Good company.) We drank Bellinis with champagne. And the sign behind me reads:
What you are in love with,what seizes your imagination, will affect everything.It will decidewhat will get you out of bed in the morning,what you do with your evenings,how you spend your weekends,what you read, whom you know,what breaks your heart,and what amazes you with joy and gratitude.Fall in Love, stay in love,and it will decide everything.
Whoa. Whoa-ho. How's that, 42??
This year is a particularly good year to hand it over to the Universe.
Oh. And here's my Birthday Tree. (Just called it that because everything in March is my Birthday ____ )
This magnolia branch broke off in the enormous snow and I couldn't bear to throw it away, so it's in the Christmas tree stand. If it blooms in the living room, my brain will evaporate. Poom!