According to The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, 42 is the answer to life, the universe and everything. This morning when I woke up with zero recollection of how I got home from last night’s staff party this was not necessarily the first thought I had, but after a long sleep-in, shooting a few cups of coffee and detoxing with a hot bath, it did occur to me. Can I be hopeful? I’m going with yes. Even though it was confirmed last night by friends that I have officially reached the age where people don’t recognize me in pictures of me when I was young. Yeah. That happened.
I remember dreading my 40th birthday. I hated the idea of aging, and something about that particular number made my blood run cold. Maybe I knew what was coming the following year. Diagnosed with cancer not quite 3 months after my 40th birthday changed my perspective on aging. The two birthdays I have had since have been met with gratitude, not dread. I get to have another birthday.
Last night was my staff party, and I kind of made it into an extension of my birthday celebration, because, well – why not? Needless to say I was in bed, tucked in by one of my besties by 11:01pm. She even made sure to tuck me in and leave me with a glass of water by my bedside. I really hope everyone else had as good a time as I did. From what I’m told, there was even some sort of meditation.
Anyway. back to this morning. Glorious, decadent sleep-in, bubble bath and caffeination, (and yes I think that’s a made-up word) later, I got to pick up my boys and bring them out to my parents’ place on the lake and feast on venison sausage, bacon, eggs, pineapple and more coffee. And my Dad being the Dad he is, took my kids out to purchase a gift for my birthday for me from them. And it was awesome.
My parents gave me what might be the most perfect card ever, and I’m a picky card-chooser. I may have teared up a bit. Because it was lovely.
This afternoon, I had a near-moment of feeling sorry for myself because I was going to be ‘alone’ on my birthday. And then I got two phone calls from friends of my life, one a while-cooking FaceTime, and I looked at the gazillion well-wishes I received today on Facebook, and I realized that ‘alone’ is not an adjective I could ever apply to myself. Also, I decided that regardless of the fact that I’ve made a decision to lose the weight I’ve been calling my ‘investment weight’ because surgery isn’t likely to happen until April or May (that’s an entirely different blog post) and I haven’t had a carb since last Saturday (well. There were probably some at the staff party.) I decided to give me and the boys comfort food, which for me is pasta, to celebrate. I also must admit to giving myself another Happy Birthday to Me gift, because, well, I’m really happy to have another birthday, and so this painting kept us company at dinner tonight. It’s my favourite colour of night, and everything that I love about lakes and tree stands on one canvas, and I’m really happy with it.
Texts, phonecalls, messages, e-mails from those far-away, and even packages in the mail. I feel like the luckiest girl (well. Woman would probably be more appropriate at 42) in the galaxy.
Maybe the Hitchhiker had it right. Here’s hoping.