Today is my 26th birthday! Wooo!! As you, dear reader, are well aware, I have been struggling with the mid-mid life crisis and the aging process. (read – gray hair post.) But today, is a welcomed and joyous day…how often do you turn 26?
I must admit I am actually writing this on June 4th. I will be traveling tomorrow to San Francisco where I get to spend the weekend with Joe and friends. I couldn’t think of any way I’d rather spend my birthday. Well, maybe swimming in a pool of money like Scrooge McDuck with Joe and friends…but I’ll save that’s for another day.
My random birthday thoughts:
- I hope that I never get to the age of dreading my birthday. I realize that time sneaks up on you these days. Being 5 took forever…but being 25 seemed like a quick walk around the block. I think that as long as you are happy with the progress you have made in the last year, a birthday is always welcome and to be celebrated.
- That being said…I just pictured Joe and I celebrating my 70th birthday and its pretty cool. Maybe I’ll get a bright pink cake topped with a bonfire of 70 candles just for the fun of it.
- My parents always said I was a great child…until it was my birthday, and then the terror was released. (I believe the word my mom used was “brat”.)
- My family celebrated half-birthdays. We would get a cake with 5 1/2 candles on top (for example) while being sung to…”Happy half-birthday to you!…” No wonder my full birthday expectations were so high! haha
- One of my favorite birthday memories was a surprise party I had when I turned 16. (I think.) Joy, Darcy, and I were at the fair when one of them decided to go for a walk around the park. I look up the hill at this pavilion area and see all my friends…and my mom….and I was so confused. “I wonder what’s going on??”, I asked. “OH! I think its something with Young life, ” Joy quickly replied. I had never been so surprised nor flattered that it was a party just for me.
- I’m hard to surprise. My parents tried a first surprise party when I was younger. (5-7ish?) We were carpooling to dance lessons with my friends Darcy and Sarah. When we got to my house and I normally am just let out of the car, Darcy and Sarah jumped out of the vehicle before I could get out, but not before turning and looking at me and giggling. The giggling gave it away. I knew right then something was up…but it was good time none the less.
- Summer birthday’s are awesome.
- One of the worst birthday memories I have was from a few years ago. I received a carefully wrapped package from my sister. I was by myself for some reason that year and had this one, perfect box to open. I sat down alone to open it…and within the box were smaller items. As I went to unwrap them, I noticed something was off. Item 1 was a little plate that had broken in transit. I was pretty disappointed, but moved on. Item 2 was a little cup….that had broken. Moved on. Item 3 – dish. Broken. I too, then broke down into tears. It was so sad. I have all 3 pieces still. I fixed them with some industrial strength glue, and for some reason, they make me smile about that day when I see them around the house.
- My parents were born on the same day. For the longest time, I thought that’s how you knew you’d found true love…if your birthdays were the same. Maybe Mark Wahlberg doesn’t know that we are soulmates yet…
26 has a good ring to it. Nice, even numbers. And, being 25 was great. I traveled to cool places, married my wonderful husband, and made memories along the way. Who knows. Maybe at 26, you are past the quarter-life crisis and just live. That would be pretty sweet.