In past years, I indulged in the ‘feel good’ things on my birthday. Lingering over a coffee downtown Sarnia always brought memories of when I was a kid waiting in line at The Odeon with my friend Barb. We’d pay a quarter for a movie and then stay to watch it over and over. Good times.
And at the end of one summer I spent all my babysitting money on clothes at Pacesetters. Wow, that was a lot of babysitting. My special day usually included a visit to the library for a couple of hours to luxuriate in the smell of books and the pleasure of having literature of every kind at my fingertips. There would be shopping, too. I’d drift in and out of stores looking for nothing in particular and being delighted to find some small thing that I couldn’t livewithout. My day normally included lunch with friends and… well, the list of things that pleased me about my birthday could go on forever.
But this year, ye gads! What to do? Not to worry, my friends. I tossed my scarf, gloves, and hat in my bag along with my journal, and headed to Grand Bend. At the beach, without need for a mask, I gulped in the cold air as I walked through the opening of the snow fence to move closer to the water. The sea gulls ignored me, but boisterous waves clamoured for my attention. I couldn’t have chosen a better way to revitalize a tired spirit, reflect on the past, and remind myself that the world hasn’t really changed at all.
When my fingers were numb and cheeks frosty, I warmed up in the car while I scribbled my birthday reflections of a great year in my journal. A special day, indeed.
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