Friday was my birthday, and I didn't receive a single phone call. Not until Saturday, when Christel, my friend of 25 years, gave me a ring. Instead, I received about 5 text messages and 60 Facebook notifications from friends who pay attention to the right pane of their Facebook homepage...
I think a lot of people would be appalled that their phone didn't blow up on the day set aside to celebrate their birth. I wasn't appalled at all. On the contrary, I was at peace. Nothing drives me more crazy than the sound of a ringing phone.
I love my birthday. I'm vain enough to genuinely think that my life is worth celebrating. More people should feel that way of themselves. I'm tired of being humble about my awesomeness. In no way am I perfect, saintly, or anything remotely close, but I appreciate my own zest for life. I love to live...I love to celebrate things worth celebrating. Life is worth celebrating.
I love to mix birthday cake with ice cream...I don't mean just eat them together. I mean mix them. Birthday cake pudding. It looks horrifically nasty, but it tastes fantastically yummy. I didn't have a birthday cake this year...I had no celebration at all. I only got 2 cards, 60 Facebook notifications, 5 texts, 1 phone call...not even a partridge in a pear tree. I'm grateful for those who remembered. You took time out of your day to send me a happy thought. The intangible gifts are the ones I cherish the most. Happy Birthday to me.
1 comment:
I think i had the same birthday experience. People i hadn't spoken to in ages wished me a happy birthday over fb. I do agree that one should feel their life is worth celebrating. This is why when no one threw me a party i threw one for myself.
Happy belated birthday though!
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