I would like you to dance
I turned 39 last week.
It was a very quiet birthday that, to be honest, not many people remembered. It encapsulated so much of what the last year has been like.
Rather, what the last year has been like for me specifically. If I were more of an extrovert, if I were more invested in having an online presence, if the telephone weren’t so fraughtly-connected with expectations from earlier parts of my life, perhaps I would be better at being visible.
Instead, I took the day off work and went to the beach where I read and knit and drank Lapsang and wrote letters. I got takeout from a little place in my neighborhood, bought a slice of cheesecake from a local bakery. I watched the Shea Stadium, Apple rooftop, HYYH Epilogue, and Wings Final shows. In short: I did little bits of all my most favorite things, alone.
I have serious decision fatigue, especially now. Yes it’s nice to know what makes me tick and how to do those things, but what is it like to be surprised? To have someone else make plans, to have something unexpected dropped in one’s lap? To have the mental and emotional space to make the larger and long-term decisions that are just a bit beyond my current capability, taken up as it is with the simple day-to-day?
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Miranda Clarke
I understand your thoughts here. Happy birthday, belatedly. I love your Dhikr shawl and indeed this blog. Miranda