I know it is egotistical, but I have always loved my birthday. Shoot, I even dub it Celebrate Ginger Day.
Silly, right? Overboard? Probably...but I like the idea of a birthday. It is a day that is about you. It is about you becoming part of the world -- leaving your mark, no matter how big or small that mark is.
And it is a good reason to have a good time with loved ones and friends.
But I am not feeling it this year. I just don't care about my birthday. I haven't even called it Celebrate Ginger Day...well except once, but it was a joke.
It could be age, I guess.The Giggler is hitting the big 33. Sigh, that doesn't make me old. Age is suppose to be just a number, nothing else. I decide when I am old.
These days I do feel kinda old and obsolete. Like today. May 18 is the 30th anniversary of Mount St. Helen's big eruption. Now I was only 3 years old when this occurred, but it happened in my lifetime. Many of the people I work with -- the reporters -- weren't even born yet. I think the oldest reporter is 26 -- but he does knows who New Kids on the Block are and is familiar with the song "Hanging Tough." (I hope you laughed at the last part -- it is true but funny)
Maybe I am just looking at where I am. I love my life and I'm pretty happy. But I haven't written a book yet. And I can never find the time to revisit my capstone paper so I can revise it and it get it published. I haven't even finished reading a book about the Italian campaign yet.
Maybe my birthday has me down because I realize there is so much to do and so little time.
That's kind of depressing, too.
Perhaps my birthday gift to myself is to make time for the things I want to do and when birthday no. 34 comes around, we will be Celebrating Ginger again.
