Despite all my anticipatory hysterics about turning 50, I’m pleased to report I woke up on October 15th with a smile on my face and a profound sense of inner peace about my sacred place in the ageless eternal rhythms of life.
Ha ha ha ha ha ha!
Okay, so maybe it wasn’t peace, maybe it was resignation. And maybe it wasn’t profound. And maybe I wasn’t smiling either, but at least I wasn’t weeping inconsolably for my lost youth. As for those ageless eternal rhythms of life? I don’t even know why I said that.
In spite of everything, I actually had my best birthday ever, and so far fifty’s great. (I’ve got to stop SAYING fifty though. Every time I say it or write it, I feel weird again.)
Here’s how I spent my birthday:
- There was a spectacular sunrise on my birthday, which felt like a birthday gift from the universe.
- I walked to work listening to a podcast so heartwarming it made me cry, but in a happy way.
- The guy at the Second Cup gave me my apple-cranberry muffin for free.
- My friends at work sang happy birthday to me and gave me a card with little boxes of Smarties taped all over it. I love Smarties.
- All day long I kept getting emails and facebook messages and phone calls from people wishing me a happy birthday.
- I visited the cats in the Parliament Hill Cat Colony at lunchtime, and when I got back to the office I discovered a friend of mine had dropped by the office with two yellow roses and a bag of tea for me. One of the roses was from him, and the other was from his father.
- I left work a couple of hours early.
- GC picked me up and we went to see the Pretoria Avenue art house that Tobique_Demo had told me about. It is wonderful and unique- you should go.
- Inside it is Oresta, the organic skin care confectionery. We went in and asked the woman about the house and I got distracted by all the yummy-sounding potions in jars lining the walls. Next thing I knew I was booking an appointment for a facial next Thursday. I’m not sure what to expect, but I’m looking forward to it.
- GC and I drove up to the Gatineaus and went for a hike through the forest, up to the carbide ruins with the little waterfall. We saw otters playing in Meech Lake, and we talked to a retired gentleman who goes on walking vacations – he’s walked across Ireland, Wales, New Zealand, all kinds of places. Some of his walks last 70 days. He’s learning Spanish so he can walk around Argentina this winter. I think I’d like to walk across Iceland.
- We went out for dinner and then back to GC’s place for birthday cake and balloons and presents.
All in all, a most excellent birthday. And honestly? Fifty’s not as bad as it sounds. In a few years it’ll probably start to sound young even.