thirty-five
March 1st, 2010 by Anjali
Today my feet are thirty-five years old. And I guess the same goes for the rest of me. I can hardly believe it. The number grows more surreal every year. Despite physical signs of aging that are growing increasingly obvious, I feel younger than ever. Someday I’ll look back upon this post and probably laugh my head off at my naiveté. I’m certainly not old by any stretch of the imagination. The biggest change (that I can actually express in words) is that I’ve become more conscious of the passing of time and what aging means to me. A surprisingly positive revelation to expound on another time. I wouldn’t trade the steadfastness and lightness of spirit I have now to be 20 again.
A March 1st birthday can be a cruel joke in this part of the world. Winter is a dirty and tired affair. Grey skies, sludge, and foul moods are not uncommon. Spring is still a good month or more away. But I love my birthday anyway. In the midst of the bitter tail end of a long winter, I feel like I have a tremendous secret, something to look forward to.
It was a simple, happy day. Heartfelt thanks to family and friends for making time to get in touch and wish me well. Caught up in a flurry of activity to meet a work deadline, – true to form, March 1st is inevitably designated every year as a due date for some major project in my life – I barely found a moment to myself. A plan is brewing to take time off later this month and get back in touch with rest and fun. After tax documents have been handed off to our intrepid accountant. Naturally.
Tonight Gerry treated me to dinner at the Green Earth on Preston (mostly vegan, international cuisine) – yum! Craving the thrill of snail mail, I frivolously gifted myself with a March sampler (my first sampler!) that I’m already impatient for to show up in the post. My next big party move is to go to bed early and sleep off the last three days. I can’t wait.