Ouch
OK, so I am suffering a bit today, but I am grateful for the pain. As I contemplate contempt for my 50-year-old self I have to acknowledge that I am in pain because I am loved. We had an amazingly fun party last night that started as planned at ATA and ended, unplanned, at my house, and lovely people from my past and present came to celebrate with me …so what is the lesson here? If those around me are telling me that I am OK I better buck up and believe them.
I do want to apologize to my neighbors who suffered through the blasting Santana and the jump rope marathon at 2am, there is a bottle of wine on your back step. Forgive me, it won’t happen again for at least another 10 years.
Conversely I want to thank the hundred plus people who either came to the party, texted, left messages, used the FIIF Talkback button or called me yesterday. I am truly humbled, thank you all for the amazing gifts and well wishes.
Sadly, after finally making it to bed at around 4:30, a demolition team started power sawing right outside our bedroom windows at 7:30, (is that legal?) and I woke to a yellow-jacketed man pulling apart my rear deck. I could clearly see him, so I suppose he could clearly see me. It is one of those days that I may just have to give up on, which is not at all my nature, but I am hungover and sleep deprived and can’t think straight. I think I may have to call a friend and go to the beach—birthdays can be two days right?
In fact I just did it, I called a few friends and we are meeting for a hike and a picnic at Fort Funston, so I’ve got to wake Lefty up, (she partied her little doggie heart out last night too with her new dog pal Anika) and put some beach walking shoes on and get out of here.
I promise a clearer head and more finely turned words of wisdom as I ponder the true meaning of what it is to be 50 tomorrow, today however I am feeling the love.
