It's bad enough that we generally have to spend four out of every twelve months of the year sleeping, but that we could die at any moment, unannounced, truly puts the brakes on our illusion of control.
My friend Kristy brought me back a pottery mug from her recent trip to Seattle and Portland. I have needed a new mug and have wanted some pottery, so the gift was perfect.
Parts of me do not scream for Haagen Dazs, but for sunshine, quiet time, red grapes, and the chance to copy quotes. With an hour unhindered, I would sit in the sun and read or sit at my desk and write down lines from Gretchen Rubin’s Better Than Before.
Having friends and having a birthday is a good reminder that there are others who are in on the project of me being alive and me finding joy. I really don't deserve so much goodness in one life, on one birthday.