Soon I’ll Be 60 Years Old

Assateague Island birthday festivities.

And once I was seven.

But today, I am 53.

How I got this far still believing in love, still a dreamer, still heartfelt, I have no idea. How I will spend the next 53 years of my life is a fucking mystery.

These days I am feeling a little bereft, but also quieter than I maybe have ever been. Which makes the sadness a little louder, surely, but that’s to be expected. There’s also more space for things.

I want to spend the next little while noticing. I don’t have a lot to say on this, my birth day, but I just wanted to make a note of this thought. That maybe noticing is the thing that I want to carry along on this next part of the road.

Happy birthday to me.