Birthday debriefing
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vinceconawaySo this is 39. I'm pleased so far.
My birthdays are introspective occasions. I like to go somewhere alone to brood and ponder years past and those to come, and this year I visited lovely Galveston. I was delighted to find it had all the pretty walks my heart could desire and I covered about 25 miles in two days, perfect for thinking.
This birthday was different from usual, though, with a much lighter feeling than most. 38 was a tumultuous year, but I really feel I've got a handle on who I am and what I want. This may, of course, mean that it's all about to change, but I'm feeling good about myself and my place in the universe.
My last night in Galveston I walked the beach as the tide went out. It's a habit of mine on the seashore, since I love being near water but not in it, and damp packed sand is very pleasant to walk on. It was windy, with white caps rolling in, and I wandered to the end of a fishing pier.
I kept going, onto the granite blocks of the breakwater, watching as wave after wave spent its energy in a haze of spray. Inevitably, a particularly large wave splashed me, head to toe, though not to the point of soaking. I basked in the chill of the wind hitting my wet clothes and face, licking the salt from my lips and glowing from the kiss and embrace of the sea.
Hello, 39. I love you too.
My birthdays are introspective occasions. I like to go somewhere alone to brood and ponder years past and those to come, and this year I visited lovely Galveston. I was delighted to find it had all the pretty walks my heart could desire and I covered about 25 miles in two days, perfect for thinking.
This birthday was different from usual, though, with a much lighter feeling than most. 38 was a tumultuous year, but I really feel I've got a handle on who I am and what I want. This may, of course, mean that it's all about to change, but I'm feeling good about myself and my place in the universe.
My last night in Galveston I walked the beach as the tide went out. It's a habit of mine on the seashore, since I love being near water but not in it, and damp packed sand is very pleasant to walk on. It was windy, with white caps rolling in, and I wandered to the end of a fishing pier.
I kept going, onto the granite blocks of the breakwater, watching as wave after wave spent its energy in a haze of spray. Inevitably, a particularly large wave splashed me, head to toe, though not to the point of soaking. I basked in the chill of the wind hitting my wet clothes and face, licking the salt from my lips and glowing from the kiss and embrace of the sea.
Hello, 39. I love you too.
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