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| The WGG tossing rocks in the river, sweet! |
It's been a year of peaks. Just as I thought I'd reached the top of acceptance, understanding, humor and serenity, another peak appeared behind it, meaning another bit of slogging so I could get to the top and see the other side.
I stopped blogging because life got complicated and full of emotional family stuff and travel and activities and to avoid being lonely (I'm fine with alone - lonely is something else) I spent a lot of time with friends and fun folks.
So now, ready or not, I'm sending out the invitations and the Party on the (final) Peak is mere weeks away.
I found it's hard not to look back when the climb is such a long slog.
I found that looking back is both therapeutic and a time waster: depending on how you do it.
I've found that looking ahead is dandy, as long as you live mostly in the moment and maximize each day.
And finally, I've found that 65 ain't what it used to be. Mention you have a Significant Birthday and others jump in to tell you theirs is 1) older 2) more significant 3) a bigger deal somehow. Is every birthday a contest of longevity from now on? If so, I will let everyone else "win" because frankly I don't care. I just thought the transition from officially middle aged to old was too good an excuse to pass up a party - or a hike up a symbolic peak.
My son is hiking up with me. I am deeply gratified by this. The universe left him this one weekend free in a tangled, ever-filled schedule. He didn't leave it open for me, he lost my birthdate in a switch to a new Windows account and didn't actually know when it was when I called to confirm his hiking or non-hiking status.
The universe wants me not to be alone.
I love it when it works that way. And after the hike, a potluck party at a riverside park for anyone who wants to come. The WGG will be there, along with my Dilly and Number One Son.
The day before I turn offically Old.
Sweet.
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