Dec 14, 2018 Happy Birthday to Me
For the past 11 years I have written myself a letter and read a William Stafford poem on my birthday.
This tradition started when I turned 20 years old in Paris 12 years ago. You can read about it here.
I turn 32 today and my focus is simple. I am going to try only “adding” to my life. If I feel unhealthy physically I am not going to focus on what I need to take away -sugars, donuts, etc- I am going to focus on what I need to “add”. Which will most likely be water, more sleep, or more time outside. If I’m feeling stressed in my life or day I’m going to ask what I need to “add” to decrease the stress. Do I need to add in a meditation today? A phone call to a friend?
It’s simple really. I’m going to focus on increasing my time, my health, and my life by “adding” to it. To build it up. I’m hoping by focusing on a constant mental state of increase it will bring overall improvement this year.
As I look at myself in the mirror for the first time as a 32 year old -on this birthday morning- a bright smile shines back at me. I remind myself that I tend to always kick up dust as I walk through each year. It gets under my finger nails and I appreciate it; the untidiness of living my life. Along with the acknowledgment that I gratefully keep “adding” more years to being. Happy Birthday Beautiful!
WILLIAM STAFFORD POEM
For my Young Friends who are Afraid
There is a country to cross you will
find in the corner of your eye, in
the quick slip of your foot–air far
down, a snap that might have caught.
And maybe for you, for me, a high, passing
voice that finds its way by being
afraid. That country is there, for us,
carried as it is crossed. What you fear
will not go away: it will take you into
yourself and bless you and keep you.
That’s the world, and we all live there.