Birthday Ravings of an old madman
To those who might dispute this title: Okay, I’m not ‘old’ or ‘mad’, but I feel the effects of the vibrations and bumps in the road and ‘mad’ is a much more active term than ‘mentally ill’.
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I’m approaching the end of 7 decades on this pebble in the universe. (On March 25th if you are curious.)
I’m not bragging or complaining.
Oh, Hell! Yes, I am bragging! I never thought that I’d make it this far in relatively good condition. There’s a lot of people older than me who might say that I should act my age and a number of younger ones that may think that I should give up and get out of the way.
I’m here to stay.
I’m here to say my piece. To open and inspire any who will listen.
I claim the title of ‘Enigmatic, Eclectic, and Eccentric’.
Societal ‘normal’ eludes me.
I have danced beneath thunderstorms and written poetry to wind, snow, and rain. I am a force of nature unbound. I sing the multiverse and am one with the Earth.
Yes, this attitude has coexisted with ‘behavioral disabilities’ and given rise to troubles. The longest time I ever spent in one job with one company was 6 years, as a cab driver. And, I won’t go into marriages and relationships here.
I am not writing this to justify my inconsistencies, but to celebrate my first 70 years.
I have loved deeply, taken silly risks, claimed my freedom, and unwittingly burned bridges because I could think of no other way to live.
I have been called wise and patient.
I have been called foolish and stubborn.
I have experienced synchronicity or miracles. I have helped others and been helped. I have lived in awe and wonder at the drama, humor, and beauty of life.
All in all, I am having a good and adventurous life even with its mundane hassles.
And tomorrow? Well…who knows…?
Happy Birthday!!! to each of you, whenever it is.
Dana Sanford 3/8/2019
