So today is my birthday — the inglorious, disastrous 29.
I know, for your 30 year olds, you probably want me to shut my mouth. But, I honestly think turning 29 is worse than 30, because you know that the only place to go is 30. The truth is, once you are over the hill, it’s all downhill from there. So 30 just doesn’t seem as bad (I will let you know how I feel next year).
My fiance bought me card. It read:
For Someone Special
to have this chance
to wish you
.. like a year
when every day
brings the best in life
Doesn’t that sound like a card you would get your coworker? That’s what birthdays have become in my world folks — a day to get work-friendly cards from loved ones.
But then I have to pull myself out of this pool of self-pity. With everything going on in the world — the Debt Crisis, Wars in the Middle East, the housing crisis, earthquakes around the world, the famine in Somalia, inflation, AIDS, global warming, the unemployment rate… I mean, the crisis fatigue list is long for all of us right now.
No wonder it’s such a (not) fun, (not) celebratory day. Happy Birthday to me.