I received an email from a dear friend wishing me a happy birthday. Nice, right? Then the next sentence hit me like a bomb. “This is your 60th, right? You look great for 60” or something like that followed as I really couldn’t read any further. I couldn’t hit reply fast enough as I am NOT 60…yet. Wow! I was unprepared for that one. I struggled a bit when I turned 50 – you know like I’m a half century…only my parents are this old…how did I get here so fast…where did the time go. I did adjust but now 60 is ‘a whole ‘nother ball of wax’. It sounds so old and isn’t it starting to border on elderly?
Now on the other hand it is just a number. ‘You are only as old as you feel’. I feel 30 most days until I look in the mirror and get smacked in the face with reality. So its okay. I don’t look it but I feel it. The passage of time is inevitable, there is nothing new under the sun. So I just need to get used to it- the sound of 6-0 and besides I have a whole year before I even have to say it.
So my birthday this year, 59 not 60, was nice. I had a nice relaxing dinner out with my husband and I heard from my four sons and my three brothers, my mother and mother-in-law. I am blessed and life is good.
It is January 6th also known as Epiphany or Twelfth Night. In my family it always meant the end of the Christmas season, when we took down the decorations and packed them away for another year. As an adult it has always been a time of deep reflection for me because Christmas means so much more to me than just the time from Advent to the twelfth night. Christmas is the celebration of the birth of our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ, which in reality is celebrated in my heart always.
So this night, January 6, 2012 I am sitting in my dark living room illuminated only by the lights on my Christmas tree. Silent Night is playing softly in the background on the CD player. I’m enjoying the last few moments of the Christmas season feeling a bit melancholy as I don’t want it to end. This moment is reminiscent of the Holy night Jesus was born. I reflect on that thanking Him for this special time off from the daily rat race, to gather with my family, and enjoy each other. This year for the first time in four years my four sons were with us for Christmas. That was my special gift this year.
So tomorrow I will get up and take down the Christmas decorations and pack them in the attic but the spirit of Christmas will live on in my heart throughout the year.
New Years day is technically no different than any other day until you look at your calendar hanging on the wall. You take the old one down and replace it with a brand new one. This act signals a new beginning and an opportunity to start over. I guess that is why so many people make resolutions on January 1st. They are hoping to be better in the new year and perhaps to accomplish something great. I have never been one to make resolutions realizing the futility of it since there is nothing new under the sun. Soooo…why am I writing this? BECAUSE I decided to make a resolution for 2012! Why? I can’t say for sure but maybe it is the clock ticking on my unfulfilled, life-long desire of writing for a living. Is this a futile exercise? Only time will tell and it certainly won’t happen if I don’t actually try.