On emerging from our meditation this morning…
She: “I think you should come with me to yoga now”
I: “For the sake of the group’s serenity, I don’t think I should attend until I am able to bend more than 30 degrees at the waist without shrieking “I’m going to die! I’m going to die”
She: “Perhaps the natural inhibition of being in a room with 30 others (mostly fit young women) would prevent you from shrieking.”
I: “That’s not ‘natural inhibition’, that’s FASCISM!”
Oh blimey, I seem to have turned fourty-four. It just makes me laugh again. My practice today is to see deeply that the numbers mean nothing – not that I’m unaffected by it, but that it carries no meaning, no weight.
I had fun today. I tried to keep up with all the Happy Birthdays that came my way by mail, twitter, facebook, plaxo (!) but was unable to say thank you directly. So thank you all again, indirectly for making the effort to say hello, it means a lot to me. I had a slow-starting day, then lunch with Katherine in Soho, then I went and took part in #twitpanto – so much to be written about that, it was an anthropological treasure trove. Then I went shopping and came home with enough wii-related goodies (yes inc. wii-fit) to keep me chortling over the next few days. Spent the evening with the kids – ribs and chops (no wings today) telly and present wrapping stuff.
I have a wonderful life. I’ve found something to enjoy in every day this year and I have so many lovely people to be grateful for.
So thank(s for) you.
Photo: cc-by Annie Mole on Flickr