Yesterday I celebrated another year of life.
I’m not really one for celebrating birthdays, and I struggled in the run up to the day to answer the question that came from a fewÂ as to what I was going to do. My general response was that I wasn’t that bothered about doing anything in particular, happy to go with the flow and just see what offers came along.Â I did, though,Â sense that it should be marked in someway, and that it definitely wasn’t going to be marked by meÂ hoovering on my birthday 🙂
When the day came,Â I enjoyed spending quality time with my immediate family. My brother, sis-in-law (and bump)Â came round and made brunch/lunch. We started with fresh coffee and pastries, then had a full on West Indian version of a big breakfast, with an additional twist.
This was followed by relaxing on the sofa till almost 5pm, at which pointÂ I left them chillaxingÂ and went up to the National TheatreÂ Â to enjoy someÂ music,Â and some chilled out chat overÂ wine and crisps with a good friend. – She had called around 10am to find out what was occurring, and “made me an offer I couldn’t refuse”.
Occasions should be marked, and what makes an occasion can be different for all of us, but in some way they should be marked Â in order to help capture and retain the moment.
Writing is a great way to mark an occasion, sometimes just a few words – and at times even one – can sum up and encapsulate the moment,Â marking it forever in the minds of those involved, and those you invite to be involved. It’s like the punchline of a good joke, the ending of a good story, that spontaneous one-liner…
As a writer, I am trying to return to the habit ofÂ having a notebook with me at all times in order to capture those occasions as they happen; the old man on the bus who talks loudly on the phone, the couple on the tube so obviously in love, the tension of the city when certain news breaks…
I haveÂ so oftenÂ lost the opportunity to mark an occasion. as I haven’t written down what I’m seeing or thinking as and when it is happening. Leaving it till later,Â I find that when later comes, the moment has often passed, and I can no longer remember or capture what was happening or going through my mind at the time.
This is tragic for a writer or any creative person,Â as I would imagine the same applies for an artist or photographer etc.Â
I am aiming these thoughts first at myself, then humbly suggesting they may have value to you. Feel free to comment, and also enjoy a look at a few more pics, taken toÂ mark the occasion.