This is, bar none, the very worst birthday of my entire life thus far.
I'm not usually big on birthdays anyway, the older I've gotten.
But this one is even less worth celebrating, when everything I've ever thought was me is falling apart around me and I'm facing an entirely uncertain future whose prospects are entirely unknown to me.
And my best friend just died two weeks ago, so when I'm feeling super low and crying myself silly, I've got that to deal with, too.
So if any of you are open to sharing thoughts about your own major life crises, and how the end of everything you knew was actually the beginning of something better, please feel free - I could certainly use the encouragement as I try to get through the next few weeks.
Once I'm home and living with my friends in Maine, I think I'll be 'okay', whatever that is. At the moment, though, as I'm packing up and mostly selling or giving away the majority of material possessions I've accumulated over the past 25 years, and letting go of my profession, and losing my house - well, I'm not going to pretend out of stupid pride that I am not in the middle of a feeling of intense isolation and hopelessness.
Whether you've loved me or hated me over the years, now is the time I could really use, instead of a 'happy birthday', a kind word of real encouragement.
Thanks, friends.

For me, it is far better to grasp the Universe as it really is than to persist in delusion, however satisfying and reassuring.
~ Carl Sagan