A birthday note to myself

  I am all of 60 years.

 But no big bang celebrations today.

 I will tiptoe softly and enter the 61st. I will gently ease into the decade of my sixties. 

 I want it to be a low-key entry telling time to be gentle with me.

 I want my heartbeat to be steady and not miss a beat I want the blood in my veins to not scale new heights nor plunge too deep, 

I want the sweetness to be of my smile not of blood sugar. I want my hands to be busy with work, my feet to keep walking, to be awake and keep moving, to sleep the sleep of the dead. 
I want to tiptoe softly into the sixties, dance a waltz, and hum a catchy song. I want my still undyed hair to grey like a diva’s, I want the wrinkles to be those of smiles and the eyes to still hold their sparkle.

 I want to be naughty and wise, I want to be playful and steady,

 I want long treks and short talks.

 I want the comfort of my people and enjoy my own company. 

I want the grass green on both sides and to smile when flowers bloom there or here. 

I want to wake up with a smile on my lips and a spring in my step and there be no wrong side of the bed.

I want a zen space and some hustle bustle. I want the humdrum life and a spike or two of adventure.

I want the silence and I want the noise.
But for now, I want to tiptoe and let time not know that I am sixty today.

Written on my 60th Birthday 30th August 2024