Thursday, October 05, 2006

Birthday

Today is my birthday. It sort of snuck up on me. Due to trying to avoid clutter Husband and I agreed no cards for each other. And low on presents too. But...I've realized those things are important, because I am now feeling it's less of a celebration. A real victory would be to be able to recycle the card after an appropriate amount of time has passed (i.e. a month).

No one made me coffee. All there was time for before getting the kids ready for school and preschool was a microwaved cup from yesterday. Not so good.

I think I hate birthdays. Getting older, more things one hasn't accomplished, same routines, nothing new. What's the point?

It's supposed to be a celebration of life. Yet, yet...it's also another step toward death.

Maybe I'll start celebrating UnBirthdays. There are more of those, so it won't be so stressful!

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I did finally realize what I wanted for my birthday: a functioning car stereo!

5 comments:

Suzanne said...

~Happy Birthday!~ I would've made you coffee you know. :) I love you and I'm proud to call you my friend.

Many happy returns of the day!

MsBeautiful83 said...

Happy Birthday to a fellow decluttering friend..... My birthday is today!

Pamela said...

Happy belated birthday to you. :)
As time goes by "things" mean less and less. As I get older I realize that.

Linz said...

Hey, hippo birdie. Birthdays can be fun, if you look at it as a day when everyone gets to be nice to you, and tell you extra that they love you. Sorry I missed this last week - but hippo birdie belated, and now it's extended love! Ok, that sounds weird...

Jay Bazuzi said...

Happy birthday! (belated)

I have a standing order with all my family to not give me any presents on my birthday. If they must give something, I ask them to give to a charity in my name. If they must give to me, I ask that it be something they make with their own hands.

I also convinced myself to let gifts go, if keeping them doesn't meet my needs. It was hard at first, but then I realized that if the giver wanted the gift to express their love, then my grudge isn't what they want.

I still accept hugs. :-)