I’m not big on birthday celebrations and if I can, I like to receive my congratulations from afar. Facebook wishes or text messages are perfect but don’t throw me a surprise party because my social anxiety will crack under the pressure. Generally, I don’t have too much difficulty avoiding people or social engagements on this day since it falls so close to Christmas and New Year, most people are already tapped out emotionally and financially. My friends, the stars were aligned on the day I was born.
I’m really starting to feel my age lately. I think it’s accentuated a bit more because I don’t drink anymore and because I’m a parent. I appreciate my sleep a whole lot more and I need it to happen during regular sleepy time hours or it legit doesn’t count. When someone asks me to go out, I assume it’s a play date or doesn’t require me to be out of the house past 9pm. If either of those isn’t the case then I assume you’ve asked the wrong person or you’re simply asking me to be polite (I LOVE polite invitations with no expectations). My muscles ache a lot more than they use to and, as far as I’m aware, my body make a lot more noises when moving from bending to standing. I marvel at how quickly time passes to friends, acquaintances and strangers far more often than I’m proud of, and I legitimate enjoy discussing the weather outlook with family members. Also, I have a lot of conversations “with” my dog (he responds with his eyes, the looks say it all) about his eating habits and how neither of us is to ever die. Now that I think about it, that might be akin to something other than my age but let’s just keep moving.
Birthday’s tend to start off with reflection, on myself, who I was, who I’ve become and who I’d like to be. Now, if you add in New Year resolutions and Christmas gratitude and you’ll see I’ve got hella thoughts happening right now. So, this year I’m going to (trying to) keep it simple. Write every day. A specific medium is not required. Whether it be writing here, on a scrap of paper, in my journal, or something thoughtful on Facebook, doesn’t matter. As long as I write. Writing generates thoughts I didn’t realize were in my head which in turn, forces reading, research and reflection. Pretty decent cycle, covers a lot of bases and makes me sound smart. Check – check – check.
Now that I’ve admitted my “new year/birthday” goal, publicly documented it, and shown that I’ve committed to it (the proof is in the pudding baby!) I think i’m allowed to proceed with my old lady birthday enjoyment. A massage, a nap and a movie are in my future.
I better get moving, it’s already almost 8:30am and I intend to be in bed 8pm. Cause i’m gonna party like it’s my birthday.