I think it was when the fog started to slap me in the face that I realized something.
Despite the discomfort.
Despite the arguable unpleasantness of it all.
I was enjoying it.
I was enjoying the moment.
I was enjoying life.
It wasn’t bliss.
Bliss is fleeting.
Bliss is a flawed deduction made by ignoring some factors.
Not bliss.
Just… enjoying it.
I’ve travelled a lot this year.
I’ve travelled to a lot of places during less than postcard-worthy seasons.
St John’s, Newfoundland in May.
Manchester, UK in February.
It’s been a moist year.
But hang the weather!
Be thankful you’re alive to feel the rain.
I am.
Today’s my birthday.
I’m turning 55.
I once wrote in a journal when I was about 16 that when I turned 55 I would “drive a very fast car into a very hard wall”.
55 seemed impossibly old.
Kids… pffft.
It is not.
I can guarantee you in 5 years I will long for the youthfulness of 55.
I hope we all get to complain about being old.
We should be so lucky.
Everyday is a potential new start.
Chart a new course.
Stay the course.
Whatever.
You get to decide and that’s pretty great.
This side of the dirt is pretty great.
Now… go celebrate that.
Celebrate me. ;)
Please enjoy my birthday responsibly.
Please feel free to get me a birthday present by doing something nice for yourself and passing that feeling along to someone else…
Then buying yourself some merch at PeaceLoveCanada.ca or upgrading to a Paid Subscription here.
Thanks and Happy Me!
I didn't know that you were still such a friggin' youngster, Stewart. Come join me in my self-employed quest for Freedom 95!
Happy birthday Stuart. We celebrated my husband’s 68th b’day yesterday. Do not regret getting older. It is a privilege denied to many. May you be blessed with many more years! Gloria Sherban (Thunder Bay, ON) 🎂🙏🏻💕