I turn 60 today.
I thought that when I turned 60 it would be a day to celebrate accomplishments, to look back at the successes and a few failures that greeted me along the way.The ones that made up my fabric and defined me would be easy to separate from the others. Wheat and chaff.
It's not that easy.
Turning sixty, knowing I've lapped the sun that many times is really more of what I thought it would be than what I imagined it could be. I imagined it could be full of great things. But, I thought more so that I'd have to go to the grocery store that day and fill up the car with gas, and work somewhere at something. That's on the agenda for the day.
My "thinky" friends date back to the formative years. Writers, artists, creators of some sort for the most part. I've met so many others along the way. Good artists themselves but never again did I bond as completely as I did when I was young. Barriers were real, or imagined, but nonetheless barriers. Having some friends that date back that far is a special thing though and I appreciate it.
My greatest accomplishment is the nearly 32 years of marriage I have experienced. She says I still can make her laugh. Earlier this month at a high desert lake, my scruffy self tired late at night after fishing all day with her, I said something that made her laugh. Her laugh made me laugh. And then we got those laughing fits that won't stop that bring tears to your eyes. Then she said "You're crazy" for the one thousandth time.
That's all I need to know today. Today that seems fine. Better than fine. More than enough. More than all the other big ideas I mulled over and squeezed into plans I didn't pull together.
Simple enough. I showed up to wish me a Happy Birthday and wish you a fine August Tuesday . Go out and live it as best you can.