Another year passes by, another number clicks over and I find myself older in the numerical sense.
But I don’t feel it in my bones, my skin might not look as youthful, but my spirit feels lighter. My outlook brighter.
If this is what getting older feels like, I’m a happy camper.
I am trying to imagine the perfect way to celebrate the universal phenomena of ageing but the past celebrations gets in the way….
Midnight ferry crossing from Greece to Italy, complete with birthday cake
Blind date birthday combo in NYC
Flamenco guitar serenade in Madrid
Solo celebrations at the Ubud, Bali Writers & Readers Festival
My younger self prided herself on being overseas for birthdays – in one way it was escapism, in another sense I thought that was the appropriate way to celebrate.
But a yearning to connect is what I crave most, with family, friends, as birthdays approach. I want to look around a table at faces of those who have shared life’s journey with me. To continue to create new memories with those nearest and dearest.
But I think I would have only arrived at this conclusion had I not been privileged to spend so many birthdays abroad. To date my Greece/ Italy & NYC Blind Date birthday remain firm favourites.
So Coledale, Austinmer and Thirroul – South Coast towns that have beckoned me home for the grand occasion, this birthday girl is here to celebrate.