A Year Older (not again!)

Ya well, it is my birthday once again and so the title.

I am sure you are familiar with how much I hate birthdays. If not go back in time. No it’s not a time portal, duh!

 

So now you are going to say, there she goes again. So what, as the saying goes (is it really a ‘saying’?) a birthday gal can do whatever she wishes to, and so I am going to rant and rave. It is my blog for God’s sake.

OK enough, I am tiring myself. And I did promise somebody that I would not crib today.

 

So without further digressing I am just going to say that I am going to stop being a party-pooper and am going to enjoy this day with my beloved family and my moderately beloved friends. Just kidding, you are all the loves of my life (how many loves of life can a person have, is there a rule?).

There, I have lost my point once again. Focus! Or maybe I will crib for another half hour, but after that definitely party time!

 

I just don’t understand how birthdays can be a day of joy and merriment. How can anyone stand getting older? Maybe at my age it doesn’t make much of a difference. But it would definitely feel scary when you are teetering on 69 and plunge into the 70s, right? So then my consternation is very much reasonable. I am progressing to the dark ages slowly, and we all know slow and steady wins the race (not sure if this proverb is applicable here, but anyways).

Maybe I should just ignore it. Forget that today is my birthday. Go under, switch off all means of communication, no reminders whatsoever. It might help, how I don’t know, but it just might. Yeah I’ve gone bonkers, it is certified. That too on the day I was born.

 

There is one thing I look forward too, is tearing open the wrapping paper and enjoying a moment of surprise at the presents I receive, which are few but rare and treasured.

Now, wouldn’t it be fine if the Almighty God would himself wish to gift me something. Guess what I would ask for? I would fervently beg him to make me a child again. Like maybe when I was a year old.

Yeah that’s me, when I turned one. I know, I know, I was adorable.

 

So going back to turning a year old, I am wondering if I would have lived my life differently? There are times when we all, one time or the other, wish we had done things differently. Would I have then been able to live by not repeating such errors?

But then again, if we don’t make mistakes, how will we learn? Will we get any assurance that we are making any kind of progress? Because as much as success defines progress, so does making mistakes and overcoming them.

Something to think about isn’t it?

 

Anyways I will leave you at that, as I am going to party!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!!