![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Acceptance
2 January 2019 21:0642.
Allan called me on my birthday.
I expected as much. He had asked about it previously, and we try to keep somewhat connected throughout the years.
I don't look like a 42 year old, defiantly don't feel like a 42 year old, however the age change is slowly encapsulating my body. I noticed two grey pubic hairs, the other day. My life. Is. Over.
As I've gotten older, I've let go of any type of birthday expectations, or miracles, and just let the day organically develop. Sometimes I have plans, other times I don't. I've let go of a lot of that, for lack of a better word, crap, and that has been healthy and helpful. I have stopped getting my panties in a bunch over it.
It was lovely, to talk to Allen. He recently got back from Europe. It's his version of my portland. On the way back, he suffered many flight delays and problems, and eventually got to his destination about 12 hours later, but it was quite the fiasco. The moral of this parable, is that he had "acceptance" and didn't freak out about it. He thought I would enjoy that story, I did.
I think this year will be about acceptance.
Allan called me on my birthday.
I expected as much. He had asked about it previously, and we try to keep somewhat connected throughout the years.
I don't look like a 42 year old, defiantly don't feel like a 42 year old, however the age change is slowly encapsulating my body. I noticed two grey pubic hairs, the other day. My life. Is. Over.
As I've gotten older, I've let go of any type of birthday expectations, or miracles, and just let the day organically develop. Sometimes I have plans, other times I don't. I've let go of a lot of that, for lack of a better word, crap, and that has been healthy and helpful. I have stopped getting my panties in a bunch over it.
It was lovely, to talk to Allen. He recently got back from Europe. It's his version of my portland. On the way back, he suffered many flight delays and problems, and eventually got to his destination about 12 hours later, but it was quite the fiasco. The moral of this parable, is that he had "acceptance" and didn't freak out about it. He thought I would enjoy that story, I did.
I think this year will be about acceptance.