On this, the 10th Anniversary of my 29th Birthday...
Ever since I turned 30, I have pretty much hated my birthday. That is a complete and total lie. I love my birthday. My birthday is, after all, the holiest of all holy days. What I hate is having to get older in order to have a birthday. I feel younger today than I did when I was 25. Getting old is a nasty tax for presents and cake.
This year I am not upset. Maybe it is because I know that a much worse birthday looms in the wings. Maybe it is because I have so much to look forward to this year; a new job, a new house, new experiences... well basically new everything. Maybe it is because I am ready to give up control and realize I am helpless to aging. (Wait. Me? Give up control? Never!)
This year, I realize that in the past, I made my birthday suck. This year may suck or it may be the best birthday eva. In any case, I plan to let go and allow today to happen.
That is my birthday present to myself.
This year I am not upset. Maybe it is because I know that a much worse birthday looms in the wings. Maybe it is because I have so much to look forward to this year; a new job, a new house, new experiences... well basically new everything. Maybe it is because I am ready to give up control and realize I am helpless to aging. (Wait. Me? Give up control? Never!)
This year, I realize that in the past, I made my birthday suck. This year may suck or it may be the best birthday eva. In any case, I plan to let go and allow today to happen.
That is my birthday present to myself.