Monday, October 4, 2010
A Birthday Card To Myself
My birthday isn't usually greeted with much fanfare. I don't get mad at friends who forget it, I don't expect everyone to clear their schedules to celebrate it, and I only resent working on my birthday if I hate my job in the first place.
I'm pretty out of sorts today, but not because I'm turning 29. Frankly, I don't think turning 29 is something to be upset about. Besides eating cake and sipping champagne, my birthday is usually a day where I remember my friends who don't have birthdays anymore, and that helps to put into perspective any shallow feelings I may have about getting older, and makes me thankful for my blessings and the people in my life. Color me wistful.
What sets this birthday apart from other birthdays is that it is the last birthday of my 20's. Besides the realization that my youth is slowly slipping away from me, the notion of losing my identity as a "twentysomething" and gaining a new identity as a "thirtysomething" is surreal. It's not bad, it's just different.
So, in honor of my birthday, it's birthday week here at Three Mutts and a Baby, and my posts will mostly be of a birthday nature. Giddyup!
If you're feeling like a horse's ass for not sending me a birthday present, you can give the gift of positive reinforcement by becoming a "Follower" of Three Mutts and a Baby!
...I'm feeling the love already! xoxo