Most years I tell everyone to completely blow off my birthday. This year, with everything else going on – I didn’t even have to bother going that far. The very basics of spending hours at UCSF, deciding if I am going to get off Muni at the Peets located at Carl & Cole followed by a hike up a rather large hill (this is San Francisco – there is ALWAYS a hill) vs. just bail off at UCSF and buy my latte at the hospital coffee shop. They also serve Peet’s, but it isn’t in the app network. Small, measly little point, but occasionally getting a free beverage from my favorite coffee shop seems like a nice reward.
Otherwise – right now I don’t see 69 as being any different than 68. There are more important things in my life than worrying (or celebrating) a few more grey hairs or a date that is relevant only to the DMV and passport office.
Yes, there are times in our lives when the whole world changes, tilts, spins off its axis in a fraction of a second to a new course that could be wonderful but more often devastating, creating a new reality. I will take this year instead hoping for small increments and nothing more than I can handle that hour.