Today is my birthday, and it is a wonderful thing.
I turned 37 last night, sound asleep next to Matt, after a quiet day at home getting things done for the house, reading the Sunday paper, and sharing a sweet meal (he cooked and cleaned-- a major, blessed treat). Church was about"grace" and the concept of receptivity to beauty and wonder and light.
This birthday I feel very graced with blessings, and grateful for whatever is to come. I also feel unmoored. In the past 24 hours I've gotten many "Happy Birthday" wishes from family, friends, and that confused new category--facebook friends.
Now don't get me wrong (blessings, grace, blessings, grace) I know how lucky I am on every level--simply to have a computer and the time to facebook is a gift probably only 1% of humanity can take for granted. But combined with the large percentage of my facebook-friends who I know--primarily--through my work at the restaurant and the fact that I published a novel, there are also a lot of "Happy Birthday, When will the next novel come out?" emails in the queue.
It's a bit demoralizing that I don't have news about the new novel (the one that's out in agents and publishers hands) to share. Last night I said to Matt, "I hope my birthday comes with happy novel news." And I hope it does.
So my birthday promise this year is to be thankful for every victory and misstep, every success and failure, every attempt and every pause. And to be utterly, unabashedly grateful for every "Happy Birthday" that comes my way.
Happy June 30th to all.
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