Last year, my 65th birthday coincided with the launch of my Twitterville book. We threw a party at a local airplane museum attended by over 350 people. The next morning, we had 35 people who were actually in the book in our yard for breakfast.
It was the biggest birthday celebration I ever had and it was glorious.
This year, the big event in my life was that I still had it. My birthday was Saturday and I spent most of it working on a writing project. Paula and I had a dinner with 5 friends the previous night.
It was a quiet birthday, one in which I felt grateful more than any other emotion. One hundred days earlier, I underwent triple bypass open heart surgery. The chances of dying in the surgery were very low. The chances of dying if I did not have it, were very high.
I had a personal way to celebrate. I went out and ran about 4.6 miles. I had intended to run 5, but these days I take a more conservative approach and am pretty damned proud I could go so far so soon after such a massive medical procedure.
I got very few cards this year, but scores of people wished my a happy day on social networks. I feel recognized, appreciated and very grateful.
Launching a book on my 65th was extremely cool. Being alive and ambulatory with a small circle of people I love on my 66th is as good as it gets.
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Happy belated birthday, Shel. You got some more to give. Glad to hear you are are doing well!
And we are all very grateful that you are still alive, and ambulatory, with all the online friends you have (and those of us who feel lucky to have you as a friend, both online and offline, despite the far away distance!)
Happy birthday, Shel!
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