It is not my birthday.
My birthday on the winter solstice, which is not a good day for a party for us non-druid types. The season was just so busy and there was so much to do and my chair had just broken down and the scooter doesn’t go to the same places … there were a lot of reasons but we decided to postpone the celebrations.
Today it is.
I was telling someone this and they asked if it bothered my that my actual birthday went without notice and that I’m celebrating so long after that date. I pointed out that my birthday didn’t go unnoticed. I got phone calls and happy birthdays and my Facebook page filled with greetings and well wishes. So both in the real and in the virtual world, the day was marked. This is just the gathering. So, no, it doesn’t bother me. I get to celebrate my birthday and the end of January, at the same time.
I will have a burger served at our local.
I will sit next to a jute box.
I will get a cake made by children.
On Friday I had to go to the hospital as part to see a doctor as part of my continuing maintenance of the best health I can given the disability I have. I’d not met this doctor before and when he came in I was shocked at his youth. He was very young. He was quite handsome. He was very suave in his manner. We were very different people. I introduced him to Joe, my husband, to clarify why he was in the room with me.
Then he asked me questions.
He if I worked.
I said that I did.
He glanced over at me, seeing me a little differently than before.
He asked what I did for a living.
I told him.
He paused and said, ‘Good for you.’
I wasn’t sure why he said that but I said, ‘Yes, I have a good job.’
Then his pen stopped.
He put it down.
He turned to me.
And asked a question.
‘Are you happy?’
I don’t know if I’ve ever been asked that question by a doctor before, but it immediately struck me as a very good question to ask. I paused myself, for a moment to think, I’d not been asked that directly in a very long time. I thought through the last couple of months, I’d been really busy and really stressed with deadlines and things to do. I brushed that aside – that’s just how we live these days. He just sat there and waited.
‘Yes,’ I said, ‘I’m happy. I am loved and valued by others and I love and value myself.’
The second part of that sentence was difficult to say out loud. I didn’t want then, and don’t want now, to sound conceited. But I believe that happiness begins inside … people say you need to accept who you are … I don’t believe that acceptance is enough.
He looked at me, nodded, turned back to his notes.
At the end, he said that he had all he’d learned all he needed.
I thought to myself, ‘So did I.’
I was glad to have been asked that question.
And it’s one I’ll ask myself, occasionally over the next however many years. Because I want to live happy, so I need to check in to see if I actually am.