Uh oh…here it comes.
In a few more days.
A birthday.
Not a milestone year, but another year that reminds me that I’m not getting any younger…
That I wasted the carefree years when youth and time were on my side….
That I should be a hell of a lot farther along in my career…
and in my personal life…
That I should have these inner demons by the tail. Demons that have chased me since childhood, that invade my life, my relationships, my dreams, my thoughts. After this many years of fighting the good fight, can’t the soldiers just lay down arms and have a backyard bbq?
When can my demons and I share a frosty beverage, some charcoal cooked meat and learn to peacefully coexist? I don’t ask the demons to leave, no, they are an essential part of the human existence. When can we learn to live peaceably in the same space? That is the question.
I am the sum of all my parts, both good and bad. Some days, like today, I absolutely love who I am and what I’ve become.
Somedays I can’t tolerate being in my own skin. Like last week.
When did I go from being invincible to wondering if I should see a doctor about every ache and pain?
When did thoughts of my own mortality pervade my life?
Remember as a kid when you ran, it was like you were running SO fast and the wind made a whooshing sound in your ears and you felt like you could run forever and thoughts of dying, heartache, agony and disorder never crossed your little mind?
When does cynicism and melancholy take the place of easy joy? When did it swap that I have to work at staying happy instead of just *being* happy?
And when, fer cripes sakes, did we stop getting a big juicy birthday cake with a big passel of candles on top and awkwardly wrapped toys to celebrate another trip around the sun?
Where is my piñata?!?!
Ah well, birthday snarkiness is my new tradition. This should hang around a few more days, by the way, and I’ll be back to regularly scheduled rantiness.
My new birth year resolutions:
1) Hug my cat more, despite the fact she doesn’t like being hugged.
2) Hug my man more….he rather enjoys it
3) Tell myself I love myself one hell of a lot more.
4) Extend a hand to those demons and invite them to stop growling so loud
5) Eat. More. Cake.
