This is my new favorite saying: "I don't expect everything just handed to me...you can put it down anywhere."
My birthday was last Saturday and I have to admit I don't really look forward to my birthday the way I once did. As the date draws nearer, I even tend to get a little down about it. I used to start celebrating a week in advance and keep going pretty much the whole month of August. However, as I've reached my later 50's I've come to think big birthday fuss a bit tacky. Sort of like wearing a big white gown for your 2nd (or 3rd!) wedding. Some things are just "unseemly" after a certain age. But as much as I tried to keep a low profile about my birthday this year, even asking my friends specifically not to have a party, they would not be denied. My crazy girlfriends threw a party anyway, with lots of drink, food, gifts and cake...and, yes, I had a great time. That was Friday night. So I made plans to veg out alone at home for my actual birthday, on Saturday...not a chance...friends took me to lunch AND dinner, then my youngest friends took me out dancing until way past my bedtime. And, YES I had a great time! Dammit!
So...what's the moral of this story? Age is just a number? Sometimes the best friend you can be is the one that lets your friends show you how much you are loved? Celebration is good for the soul? I would have to say, all of the above. You would think as we got older we would learn to get out of our own damn way and just enjoy life...right? Well, sometimes we need a little push.
Happy birthday to me!