An Unusual Blog for a Usual Birthday by Robynn
*Reader beware: This particular blog was written from the heart of Angst, a small place off the beaten path of Nowhere in particular by a decidedly middle aged woman of stout stature and quirky humour. It’s an odd blog in that the title is very long and the article itself is very short.
A Piece on Turning Forty-Five
It’s My Party And I’ll Cry if I want to
Forty-Five is so Mundane
From Mundane to Meaningless—a retrospective from a Middle Aged Mom Stuck in Middle America and Middle Life
Nothing Exciting Happens When You’re Forty Five
At Least I Have My Health
My Trifocals Are Trying Me
What Did you Grow Up to Be?
On Meaning and What Really Matters
When Your Metabolism Mocks
I Left My Heart in My Thirties!
How To Disentangle From the Fetal Position Without Putting a Hip Out
“A Wrinkle in Time”—Madeleine L’Engle had One, Robynn Bliss Has Many (Wrinkles that is!)
The Monotony Of Middle Age
I Remember When My Mom was Forty-Five and She Was Old!
Rolls, Wrinkles and Reptilian Elbows—Living With What’s Real
The Struggle IS Real
When Your Older Friends Roll their Eyes and Your Younger Friends Smile Politely
Oil Of Olay is Failing Me
When Stability Feels An Awful Lot Like Being Stuck
The Year I Gave Up Birthdays For Lent
No Turning Back; Holding On To My Forties But Losing My Grip
Before You Know She’ll Be Fifty
Bravely Going Where Most of You have Already Gone
Still Have (Most Of) My Faculties
Dying Your Hair is Cheaper Than Air Travel
Resolve, Resolutions and Robynn: Facing The Future Head On
No One Is Alone
We’re All in This Together
Climb Every Mountain
Slipping Through My Fingers
(Finally) Facing her Forties with Fortitude!
Yesterday I turned forty-five. To say I’ve struggled with this birthday is putting it mildly. (Turning 30 and 40 were a piece of cake compared to 45!) My aging TCK self longs for adventure and travel; I ache to have a global impact, to make a difference. The circumstances of my life just now mandate more settledness. My responsibilities have changed. I’m here in Manhattan, Kansas. And that’s not likely to change for many many years. Turning forty-five feels like it’s part of the conspiracy to keep me trapped here in the middle of smack dab in the middle of America, in the middle of generations, in middle age.
I often remember a group of adult Third Culture individuals I visited once when I was early into my twenties. I sat quietly, surrounded by middle aged versions of me. There was grey hair and worn skin in the room. There was laughter and some tears. They talked about wanting to travel, finding careers where they could find meaning, resisting buying houses in case it meant they were stuck forever in that one spot. I looked around that circle and I wondered if I would be “over” my TCK-ness by the time I was there age. I was horrified to think these same things would stalk me in to my middle aged years. Little did I know.
Of course with the mundane age of forty-five comes moments of great happiness and serendipity! Who really knows what adventures lie ahead? What hopes lurk in the shadows of monotony? Part of the Happy in Birthdays comes unexpectedly, quietly, long after the candles are blown out.
Yesterdays cards and birthday greetings assure me I am well (and undeservedly) loved. There is grace in the dawn and mercy in the morning. I nurse my cup of coffee, sipping it slowly. Hope rises up in the steam and wafts around my face and through my hair to the places beyond. I’m forty-five.
A note from Marilyn – Happy, Happy Birthday Robynn! You make a difference far more than you know. The best kind of difference to make.
6 thoughts on “An Unusual Blog for a Usual Birthday”
Hi Robynn. My friend gave me a wonderful idea that you could look forward to using when you turn 50. : ) She chose her theme for the year: Her year of Jubilee.
From Wikipedia: According to Leviticus, slaves and prisoners would be freed, debts would be forgiven and the mercies of God would be particularly manifest. Leviticus 25:8-13
Blessings on your 45th!
Robynn, you made a difference in my life every single time I saw you. No kidding. Happy Birthday. I love your writing.
Robynn, 45 is a little more than half my age. I won’t be around when you write your blog on turning 80, but I sure wish I could be! Between now and then you will discover and find adventure like you’ve never known and I’d want to read all about it.
Happy Birthday, Robynn! Thank you for being such an amazing writer and using your gift to impact so many!
I liked the idea of whether we ever lose our TCK-ness. It might change, but I guess we always carry it around. Not as a burden, but a torch and blessing for the world. May you continue to shine!
In 1984 we moved here “temporarily” — along the way we bumped into the Northwest Earth Institute – study circle (book) called “Developing a Sense of Place.” We were 40 then, now 70 and 71. http://www.nwei.org/guest-post-sense-of-place-is-it-really-a-thing/?subscribe=success#blog_subscription-2
Happy Birthday, Robynn!! Your posts ALWAYS inspire thought and questions and make a difference! When I look back on my own life so far, generally it was those birthdays that I least welcomed or when I was most disappointed or uncomfortable that I gained the most meaningful insights and thus remember. And I’m grateful for those insights, and for the insights your creative writing offers!!