Turning 60 - words

One week ago today was my 60th birthday. It was a good day, actually. A really good day.

I decided I wanted to work on my birthday, because I tend to function better when I get up early, and sober... But I took off Thursday and Friday (and Monday) partly to prepare for the marathon on Saturday, but also because I love that free feeling when I get off work early in the day and know I don't have to get up early the next day!

For supper I wanted steak, and debated whether to splurge since it was my 60th or just go with what we like. I finally took the plunge and made reservations at Ruth's Chris Steakhouse in the building where I work. I figured it's probably the only time we'll go to a place like that. Then, totally out of the blue... that very same day... Jane's boss randomly gave her a gift card to RCS for all the extra work she'd been doing! How coincidental. So we overindulged on steak, wine, and dessert, and spent waaaaaay more than any person ought to.... But it was worth it.

As for gifts, Jane got us tickets for Buddy Guy's farewell tour when he comes to Fort Wayne in February. What I appreciated most, though, was what she wrote in the card. I am a "words" person. "Words" is my love language. What I want.... what I need.... more than anything else is to hear words about me and have people hear mine. And her writing about what she likes about me and what I'm good at meant more to me than any amount of presents ever could.

Carrie also wrote a nice card and gave me a bag of goodies: A donut, gift card, notebook, can of nuts, and $7 cash to get a beer after the marathon. :) Isaac and Ricci are bringing their gift with them when they visit later this month.

All in all, it was a very nice birthday.

As for turning 60..... Personally, I'm happy about it. There was no dread whatsoever. I feel good physically, I don't have a lot of stress in my life, and I'm okay (other than my thoughts sometimes).

I also believe I had a smidgen of divine revelation bounce into my noggin this morning. My biggest frustration is, and has been, my job. I've recently gotten a new boss and it's not going super well. I feel more left out of the loop and not a part of 'the team' than I did when there was NO boss even.... but it occurred to me: Maybe I feel frustrated because I'm trying so hard to fit into a system that I'm not supposed to fit into! I mean, the whole "be in the world but not of the world" thing. It sounds so simplistic, but I feel like a huge weight was lifted from me.

And, that's about all there is to say about that. I'm feeling pretty good, for a change. There ya have it.