Historically on this day, April 4th, I goof off.
I would take a “personal day” or use it as a “floating holiday” when I was working full-time, depending on the HR rules of the respective organization. More recently, I’ve been freelancing so I haven’t been required to fill out any forms indicating my intention to take off International Martina Day.
This year, however, I’m trying something different. This year I will be working, and happily so.
Today I’ll be discussing world literature with college students and even though part of me would still enjoy goofing off for my birthday, another part of me is so enjoying the experience of teaching that it feels like a good way to mark my 52nd birthday.
I believe that however you spend your birthday is an indicator of how your next year will unfold. (Same thing for New Year’s Eve, but that’s a story for another month.) Teaching and thinking about writing and books feels like a very – very – good way to start the year towards my next birthday.
52 doesn’t feel particularly monumental, mostly just another year, and yet I am certain that I will look back and see that many transitions occurred when I was 52, I just don’t know what they’ll be yet. Not quite anyway.
I’m not a betting woman, but if I was I could probably earn a tidy $3 or so — maybe $5 — betting on what I think will have happened by this time next year, but I’m not, so I’ll simply check in again at 53 and let you know how it all played out.
Until then, I’ll enjoy the privilege of working with young minds and helping them think about the world around them and how they can function more profoundly as they move forward in their own lives.
One thing I am certain of is that life experience does indeed count for a lot and, at this point, I’ve acquired a good share. I feel lucky to be turning 52, still having birthdays and in good health and spirits and with a long list of goals towards achieving even more experiences in this amazing thing we call life.
Happy International…uh…4th of April to you all!