The Thing About Turning 42 No One Tells You

At 7:23am today I will have been on this earth for exactly 42 years.

December 8th 1978 seems a long time ago. And no time at all.

Time is a funny thing that way.

Rushing towards you even as it is rolling on by.

Birthdays are a funny thing, too. They always make me feel reflective but often leave me with nothing of any substance or wisdom to say. Birthdays are more listening than speaking, perhaps.

Just another day in a string of days and nights spent searching.

And I guess forty-two isn’t monumental in any certain sense. Each and every life is different, follows its own pattern, trajectory, path, fabric, and star.

All my life I have been a poet at my core. Everything I write, create, imagine, dream about is, at its heart, in its soul, poetry.

It can be so excruciating to wander the planet with this kind of heart on the sleeve, with these kinds of feathered bones and soft stumbling feet.

All these years, how many times I have killed off and resurrected my own magic, my own desperation. So often I have felt I do not know myself, do not trust myself. Thought that maybe I’m just crazy to try and fit into this hellish earthly place.

But there is so much beauty, too. So much mystery. To be a poet is to trust the voice you carry inside. Submit to it, let it mold you, change you, grow you, expand you.

It’s a weird way to live, to feel, to exist, because you sort of feel like you are trying to express an emotion, or conjure up a vision that no one else can ever understand.

And somehow you know this, deep down. You know it is futile.

But when you are born this way, it doesn’t seem to matter how many times your little poet body swings around the sun.

There will always be a fascination which borders on obsession going on inside of you as you braid your soul into the love and the fear.

Even after all these years, I want to inhabit myself.

Even if it never fully satisfies.

Even if it scares me.


Photo: self portraitΒ 

49 Replies to “The Thing About Turning 42 No One Tells You”

  1. Make sure you live life in such a way that when time machines are invented, you can proudly say ‘I don’t want to go back in time because I have lived my life in the best possible way’ … Jokes aside, I sincerely see you like the sweet and sensitive beautiful woman willing to risk everything for her dreams. Happy Birthday, Allison Marie! πŸ™‚

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  2. Happy Birthday my friend,a day late, sending you love and light! May you find peace in each moment and comfort knowing you are not alone. Praying that God showers you with her love in every aspect of your day as you grow into the wisdom of your soul. Thank you for showing up and fearlessly sharing your truth. Much love and gratitude for you and the light you bring into the world! Happy Birthday!! πŸ’“πŸ€—

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  3. I will turn 40 in a few days, and often I wonder what this milestone really means? Often, I feel just like a kid trapped on an adult body. I’m still wondering about life and in awe with every beautiful sunset. In many ways, I don’t fit in our society and that can be a scary thing. But, maybe I’m better off not fitting in this crazy place. Happy birthday

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  4. Reblogged this on Notes and commented:
    “And somehow you know this, deep down. You know it is futile.”

    This humility she speaks of, why can’t I find it quite often with beautiful people? They are all either infected by ego or silence. Either you never hear what their lovely souls think or feel, or you hear too much noise from them.

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