Tag: birthday

  • My 50th Birthday Wish

    cake with flowers

    This month I turn 50, which feels like a bigger number of years than I ever expected to be on this planet and I must admit that am delighted.

    One thing I’ve learned from being this many years old is that there is significant pleasure in re-visiting my memories. At times I will close my eyes and remember things like the smell of mint growing near my grandmother’s back steps, the way the sun shone through the windows on my blue gingham bedspread in my childhood bedroom, the creaminess of my first uni sushi, or the slow up-and-down pulse of the Mediterranean Sea where I floated on my back alongside my kiddos that summer that we went adventuring in Italy together. Those memories are all treasures.

    Thus, this year what I would most like for my birthday is to assemble a book of memories contributed by friends who have known me at every awkward and awesome stage of my life. These memories might be a photo of us, a passage of an old letter I wrote to you, or the re-telling of a funny happening that I have probably since forgotten. It might be the story of how we met or the story of how we lost touch. Or it might just be a few adjectives that come to mind when you think of me. 

    To that end, would you be willing to take a few moments and share a memory with me?  My plan is to open them all on my birthday and to take a good long time to savor each one. I’ll later assemble them into an album that I can revisit whenever the mood strikes. If you’re willing to contribute, I’ve created an online form that you can use to “share” your memory with me: https://forms.gle/DZsq5nw6AxhVvrsJ9 or I can send you my mailing address if you’d prefer to send it that way–just drop me a line via email, messenger, or text.

    xo, Jana

     

  • life, the universe, and everything

    life, the universe, and everything

    Being the geek that I am, I’ve been anticipating tomorrow for quite some time.  It’s not only Towel Day, but it’s my Towel Day–I’ll be turning 42, which means that it is destined to be the perfect birthday.

    Except, of course, it is not.  I’m not wandering in Italy this year, I’m not hosting an inspiring fundraiser, and I’m not throwing a party for friends.  In fact, I haven’t been feeling well at all lately due to this.

    But…

    At the same time, I’ve never felt more at peace with my life than I do now.  I’m not railing against a rigid religion, or feeling friction from a failing relationship, or worrying about what lies ahead.

    Instead…

    My days are filled with many pleasures: a satisfying job, many books to read, much time on the ocean, a happy home-life, and friends who like to talk long into the summer evenings.  If I could sum things up in just a few words, it would be that I am satisfied.  Satisfied with who I am and all that’s happening in my life.  In fact, that’s the primary reason I haven’t been blogging much anymore–I don’t have angst and worries and unfinished business.  I’m recording many of my simple pleasures on instagram, but find little in my everyday life that warrants blog discussion.

    I have enough.  I am enough…

    I suspect that, for me, that’s why 42 is The Answer to “life, the universe, and everything.”  So many things just aren’t necessary on our travels when we know where our towel is.  The rest just seems to work out one way or another.  Or, perhaps we learn that whatever does happen is answer enough.