When I first started my blog, I called myself 30-something. So last year on my birthday I considered myself 30-something plus one. So this year I must be 30-something plus two, right? Come on, who am I kidding? I think it’s time for me to face the facts without sugar coating them with semantics. I’m about to turn 35 folks. I’m officially in my mid-30’s. I’m on the downhill slide to the big 4-0. And according to my kids, I’m OLD.
I’ve never had an overwhelming desire to celebrate my birthday. I don’t really remember any details about birthday celebrations I had as a kid or as a grown-up except for my 18th birthday that happened to fall on prom night. For the most part, I try to ignore my birthday in the hopes that no one, including myself, will notice that I’m another year older.
I guess you can say I’m not exactly embracing my age. I never have. When I was a kid, I wanted to be older. I did everything I could to look and act older than my age. But somewhere along the line my desire to be older transformed into a desire to be younger. I look at my kids playing outside, and it feels like just yesterday that I was playing wiffle ball in the backyard with my brother and riding my bike to the swim club and drawing hopscotch boxes in chalk on my driveway. Where did the time go? How is it possible that over 3 decades have passed like the blink of an eye?
I have no idea how I’m going to celebrate my birthday this year. Last year Mr. Roller Coaster was deployed, and it was just another day. This year? I don’t know. Maybe I’ll ignore it again. Or maybe this will be the year I finally embrace my age.
How do you feel about birthdays? Do you like to celebrate them or ignore them?