Today is my birthday. It has been my habit for many years that I take some time on my birthday to get alone and contemplate my life. It has always been a beneficial practice, so much so that I should probably try it more than just once a year, but then, I’m not one to go overboard.
My favorite “alone” spot was the beach at Del Mar, California. Check it out, and you’ll see why. There’s even a Starbucks nearby. Now, living in Oregon, that isn’t practical. I could try the coast here, which I do like, but it’s not the same. Again, visit and you’ll see why.
Today, I first went down by the Willamette River, then to a park where I walked through some woods down to a little creek that was so shallow you could actually walk into parts of it without getting wet. It was a good day.
I have lived 50+1 years on this earth so far, and today, as I look at my life, I conclude that I am a very lucky man.
I have an extremely attractive, sexy, wise, loving wife, with whom I am in love as much today as I was 25 years ago when I decided I wanted to marry her. I find that I spend a lot of time simply looking at her, and much of the rest of the time thinking about her.
I have accomplished great things: I have three wonderful children. To say that I am proud of them is an understatement. We have a peaceful and happy household, which I think says a lot. I could go on, but I won’t. You’ll just have to trust me, when I say that I am, indeed, a lucky man.
Certainly there are problems. Life isn’t perfect. As one of the songs I referenced in the title says, “I can’t complain, but sometimes I still do.”
But, on my 51st birthday, I am convinced that I am a lucky man.