Good morning everyone and happy Saturday once again! And as I mentioned last week, today is my 40th birthday, and I’m so gigged about going out tonight! Even the ATM wished me a happy birthday this week, which was nice and kind of creepy at the same time. (It will be really creepy when it starts commenting on my hair and clothing!) I’ve been dreading this particular birthday for several years, because I was raised that old = bad, and mean jokes (which now are recognized as bullying) were the way we expressed our love for each other. So of course, 40 = not just old but ancient. When our dad turned 40, my brother and I were especially cruel; we gave him a walker in a red bow, so I’ve been wondering when mine was going to be delivered. And to make it worse, I’ll add the back-story to where it came from:
My brother, who was in pique physical condition in high school, was hit by a car months before dad’s birthday while crossing the street. Because of that, he required a walker for a while. Coming back from the hospital, he was struggling to move an inch. At that point, a stereotypically decrepit old man, the crooked old man with the crooked smile no less, breezed past him with a cane. It made my brother’s efforts that much more pitiful, and he threw the walker to the ground in disgust. And of course, his frustration was found to be absolutely hysterical, so getting even was in the works. Hey! We put the fun in dysfunction!
So yeah, I’ve been dreading this day for a long time, and I know the “You are O-L-D!” phone call from my brother is coming. But now that it’s here, I’m genuinely okay with it. The guys are taking me out for my idea of the most awesome dinner ever, Mercury has officially gone direct yesterday morning, and Thursday, I heard a robin singing. All is almost well; Ms. Clairol is giving me the hint I’m no Rogue and cannot rock these white streaks like she can.
Which all of this has me asking a few questions for you all today:
- If you are on active duty, away from people you care about, how do you handle certain checkpoints in life? It’s hard enough to imagine being away from family and friends on your own birthday, but what if it’s the birthday of your children, especially the day of their birth? Does technology like Skype help you through?
- The older we get, especially if we broke or strained something, the less things tend to work. And yeah, we simply don’t look the same. Do you embrace your changes, fight them off or push them aside?
- How do your beliefs fit into “the new you”? Do you find yourself innately becoming more spirituality in-tune over the years or do you deliberately work harder to do so?
- It’s been said the general we (not the General Lee! Ha!) are ageists. After a certain point, has maintaining your social identity become more of a challenge? If so, at what point did you notice people treating you (slightly) less favorably, and what did you do about it?
- When some people think of veterans, they think of some old guys hanging out at the VFW, yammering on about the damn kids and whatnot. Well, except for ours, which was recently closed to make room for condos and will hopefully be reopening this month. (General public karaoke days are full of hipsters! LOL!) So my question is: What age of a person do you envision when you think of a veteran? If your response is “Any!”, how many of those hipsters do you think are vets? (My response: Check back on a member day!)
Before I leave and get ready for work (Yes! I’m working on my birthday even though I can take off whenever I want to!), I did want to remind folks about a little bet I made a while back that March, 2014 was going to feature some important news. I’ve called it as the month and year when there would be a Pagan Chaplain in the military, and I also saw it as when equal marriage would be a thing across the country.
On the former, we’ll just have to wait and see, as I don’t have any current information. On the latter, well, that seems to have some momentum. Kentucky, a very red state, may be recognizing same sex marriages from other states by the end of the month. And, Cook County, which is mostly right here in Chicago, as well as Champaign County, are allowing same sex marriages to occur before June.
I keep reminding folks about this little bet, because in my experience over the years, magic(k) begins and ends with visualization and intent. I may be more on the agnostic side of things when it comes to the religious aspect of Paganism, but this hardened cynic knows magick is a thing. I’ve seen my personal works manifest themselves exactly as I put them out there (sometimes with “I can laugh about it now” results), but on this magnitude, it will take all of us to set things into motion and keep it going!
That’s all I have for you all today. With just a little over three months away, I am so looking forward to seeing so many of you again at PSG. Of all the fests out there, it is by far my favorite, and it’s only a couple hours away! And this year, I’ll be selling my paintings, which you can see what I’ve done so far if you’re interested.
Take care, and many blessings to you and yours!