Saturday, February 25, 2006

Birthday? What? Again?

Seriously, I keep forgetting that tomorrow I'm turning 27.

It's not that I don't remember --I mean, come on! I'm still young! My brain is pretty good and remembering things. Plus I had written it on my calendar. :)

I don't think it's so much that I've forgotten about my birthday, it's just not a huge thing anymore. Oh, sure, it would be nice if family and friends remember (Hmmm...maybe this is a subconcious way of getting the word out...hmmm...), but it's just so weird that I DON'T CARE.

If not one person wished me a happy birthday (except dh --he's not off the hook), I wouldn't miss it this year. Why? I have no idea. Usually I anticipate my birthday like I did when I was a kid, but this time it just doesn't seem as important to me. Maybe it's because I'm sick. Maybe it's because I'm getting old enough to realize that a birthday is a birthday. I'll be 27 whether people remember or not.

Maybe I'm finally growing up and some of my mass selfishness is slipping away...I sure hope so. But regardless of what happens tomorrow, it won't matter.

Happy 27th Birthday to me! :)

1 comment:

becca said...

i know how you feel. My birthday came and went with only one breakdown because my babysitter was awol. I had been anticipating a date with my husband for a month and any other day it wouldn't have been a big deal. When all was said and done, I had no cake because I'm losing weight, my mom and sister were the only ones to give me presents, my husband wrote me a beautiful poem, and my daughter sang to me. What more could you ask for. 27 just doesn't seem like such a big deal. Now 30, maybe that will be a different story for us both. Happy birthday, my friend.