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Almost perfect birthday...

So yesterday was my birthday, and it was almost perfect.

The not-so-great stuff in my day was my own doing of course. I discovered shortly after I started my day that I had made a mistake at work that may turn out to be very costly. I frequently tell my kids that beating themselves up over mistakes is pointless and only serves to work against them; that one should take responsibility for the problem, be determined to try to not repeat the mistake, work out a plan to achieve that goal, and move on...so naturally I spent quite a lot of time simply beating myself up over my own mistake. My oldest kindly pointed out my hypocrisy, of which I was already uncomfortably aware, but I'm very proud that at 14 she sometimes has the ability to offer insight with gentleness.

Anyway, after I got up I was greeted by the girls yelling, "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!" with hugs and a huge card that they had made from a deconstructed cardboard box. I have no idea where I'm going to put this thing, but I love it. Along with their names and some artwork it says:

45 Years of...

Love     Peace     Hope
Laughter     Friends     Hardship
Hating Soup   Mischief       Fun      

(For the record, I don't actually "hate" soup, it just seems like a lot of work for not much payoff.) Anyway...

I also got a wonderful painting from Amy which I love. It's a girl with flowing text which says, "It is better to light a candle than to curse the darkness." I think that's her way of telling me I need to quit my crotchety-old-man bitching (and she'd be right).

In the afternoon we went to see 'Me and Earl and the Dying Girl' which was a wonderful movie, and perfect for a birthday. So perfect was watching a movie that addresses death on this particular day that I've decided that I want this to be an annual tradition; to do something which involves the topic of death. If I am going to recognize my birth day (which already happened long ago) then it makes even more sense to acknowledge my death day (which became certain even before I was actually born and gets closer all the time.) Keeping death in mind is not something I find morbid or scary; it helps me to be grateful for what I have, to keep in mind what is important, and to truly enjoy every moment while I'm here. In short, death awareness makes me more likely to light a candle rather than to curse the darkness. :)

After the movie we wandered over to Bull Moose and browsed the used books and records. Amy picked up yet another translation of the Yoga Sutras, but I didn't get any books (prefer the library). I did come home with some used vinyl though (AC/DC's Highway to Hell, Handel's Messiah, The Sound of Music soundtrack, Jethro Tull's Songs From the Wood, and a 45 of YMCA by the Village People) all for under $5. Sweet.

Next was a trip to Home Depot and then we decided to have breakfast for dinner at a local diner. I got a combo that takes up two large plates and ate all of it. (Sometimes death awareness also encourages me to eat whatever the hell I want.)

When we got home we went for an hour-long walk then sat on the deck with an amazing ice cream cake made by Amy. So good.

And here we are today. Another birthday really. Every day is a new birthday.

Happy birthday to you!

Make this one amazing, for you may not get another. <3


Happy 45. The great thing about this time of life is that you know so much and are so much smarter. It sounds like you had the whole Carpe Diem thing going on too.

<3 this.

I'm glad your day was filled with so much love and awareness. May both only continue to grow!