It’s the eve of my 53rd birthday and I am happy to report that the foot/ankle orthopedic doctor gave me the a-okay today to stop wearing the boot and now I can ride my bike outside and I can walk outside again!!! Luckily I am healing from my fractured ankle and foot. In fact the doctor was impressed with how well I’ve healed so far. I am happy to report that this was one fantastic birthday gift!
Birthdays are not easy days for me. It’s not so much the aging process that is difficult. Rather it’s that I don’t spend any (or at minimum, very very little) time with any of my biological family. I don’t have a husband, or at the moment a boyfriend. And I don’t have children. I’ve never had large groups of friends, so I don’t have a team of pals to hang out with to celebrate. Thus, birthdays can be lonely times.
In recent years, I’ve created meaning and fun by going camping one year. Another year I went on a long, long bike ride on my birthday. Same amount of miles as the years I was celebrating. Then this year, I am healing from a broken ankle, which limits the movement activities I can do. For a few days, I was at a loss for what I could do.
Then a lightening bolt hit me (figuratively) and I realized my editor, Kitty, had given me some excellent feedback on my book. Feedback that I needed some very focused time to process and integrate. I needed writing time. My friend Tony hosts Urban Writing Retreats and he had one scheduled for this weekend. I reached out and through the wonder of Facebook, two local friends expressed interest. As a result, Cathy, Shirlene, Tony and I are spending this weekend writing!!!! ANOTHER amazing birthday present!
Plus, last week was my first week of training for my YWCA Women’s Triathlon!! It was a successful week! I talk about that in my little video here, for you…
In short, the reminder I am drawn to talk about this week is that all of us are interconnected. We all matter. We all belong. Even when we don’t remember and we forget and we feel lonely. In fact, a day ago, I was at Trader Joe’s grocery shopping and I rode up the elevator, me and my huge plastic boot, with the cart gatherer person. He and I had a delightful, heartfelt chat as we rode up the elevator.
I mentioned that I was soon to get the boot off. He told me some things from his life. We had a lovely connection. As I was checking out, he came up to me with a big bunch of flowers that he gave me. (no charge) He thanked me for listening to him. We hugged. The interaction brought tears to my eyes. He didn’t know it was almost my birthday. It was another spiritual reminder that really moments of connection and belonging happen ALL the time. The key is to be open to moments happening! Are you open? I sure hope so!
Here I am on the eve of turning 53 and I am happy to report that life is miraculous and magical. I hope you are finding lots of love, joy, delight and beauty in your life too.
With love and exercise joy,