It was my birthday last Saturday. 46! I think that means I have to acknowledge that I am MIDDLE AGED! My man covered his ears when I said that. ‘No you’re not!’, he declared, vigorously shaking his head. ‘Age is just a state of mind. You’ll never be middle aged!’ That’s rather sweet of him, I guess! However, I still can’t escape the fact that in pure number terms, I have 46 years under my belt, with all the wisdom *ahem* and life experience that goes with that. It might be a bit more confronting, I suppose, if I was starting to creak and groan a bit in the old bod (and some of my friends seems to be, eek!), but 16 years of yoga and lots walks have left me feeling pretty fit and flexible up to this point. And it’s kinda cool thinking about what’s coming up in the next stage of life as the ‘school mumma’ days come to an end.
I was pretty pleased with myself that I managed to drag out the celebrations for five days! Excellent planning there. Here’s how it panned out.
Friday: Hail, Caesar! with my movie buddy followed by lunch. How was the movie? It was okay. I think the more you know about Hollywood in the ’50s, the more the movie makes sense. Loved Ralph Fiennes and Alden Ehrenreich.
Saturday: THE day! Long walk with my man and crepes for breakfast at our regular weekend spot. Lazy day of reading, crafting and having cups of tea made for me. Birthday barbecue at my parents. Pressies! I love the pencil box from my man 1
Sunday: solo time with coffee and sketching time in the park
Tuesday: headed over to Thornbury, our old stamping ground, for lunch with my birthday buddy at The Kiln. It was a stinking hot day but ‘yay’ for air conditioning so we didn’t actually feel like we were actually eating in a kiln! And ‘yay’ for Mothers’ Group! We met as first time mums and nearly 20 years later we are still going strong. Haven’t kept in touch with anyone else but snaring one long term friend is pretty good, I think, don’t you? A quiet cup of tea in the afternoon with another buddy – do you love the necklace she made me? – and it was time to bring the whole birthday biz to a conclusion.
I suppose it’s easy to be a bit dismissive of birthdays; to not want to acknowledge the passing of years. But I think it is nice to celebrate what we have achieved in our life up to that point. Not necessarily the material stuff, but the friends we have collected along the way; the experiences we have had; how we have grown, changed, softened, mellowed. What do you think? Do you embrace your birthday? Or do you prefer to skip lightly over the day?