(Community Matters) low key celebrated my 50th birthday this weekend.
Friday and Saturday nights a few close friends hosted small, intimate dinner parties (not birthday parties). Margo Weisz’s & Gregory Brook’s 5-yo son, Benjamin, decided to make me a present, and I proudly wore the birthday crown.
My fifties . . . feels like I’ve been waiting for this age all my life, even though I wasn’t always sure I would reach it. The momentum for my ability to share my gifts, talents and networks has been building so it feels like I’m launched into an exponentially productive time.
Steven & I will soon enter our 13th year together – there’s beyond much to be said for our intimacy & friendship, our marriage – and there’s much to be analyzed and understood about the synergy of our principles, talents and ambitions. We fell in love discussing community, family and friends (in addition to my realizing he was that tall, goodlooking genius scholar, artist and theologian I’d always dreamed about). Our definitions of community have expanded – in some contexts even globally – and certainly we include a few new friends within our definition of family. Neither of us are without a healthy ego, and I’m lucky to have fallen in love with a man who’s ego (as I flatter myself into thinking likewise) is mostly feed by the numbers being helped, befriended and empowered. Yes, of course our egos also have egocentricities: my husband loves the applause of the stage, the affirmation of students; I love access and not waiting in lines.
Steven’s ahead of me in discerning the wisdom which allows us to do more gently and in a way which even further empowers others. That’s one of my ambitions for my 50s. And, my words for this year – Let’s Play, inviting others to join us in making good things happen, while having fun – are complimentary.