Fortysomething Something
Honestly, I do not understand the hooplah in celebrating birthdays, specially mine.
First of all, I've gotten so used to my birthday being too close to Christmas that I normally only got one present for both, which I really thought was a bummer when I was small. Sure, I got a bigger gift than the rest, but hey, I thought, more is merrier.
Second and more importantly, my sister Susan, my co-celebrator (we were born the same day, three years apart) and the one true party lover, is already gone to heaven and from then, I lost all appetite to celebrate. So this year, I, being given to laziness (and often fits of reclusiveness) thought, that the best way to commemorate was not to celebrate.
Thirdly, I was up most of the night last night being transfixed to the television, watching, out of obsessive compulsiveness, the longest necrological rites, ever, for FPJ -- the Filipino unhero , whom I have known.
With eyebags and lacking a few hours of sleep, I kept caffeinated most of the day today, when my birthday came to pass.
What can I say, it was a fine day for a birthday. I got my flowers, I got hugs and kisses, my piece of cake, my cellphone busy, really preoccupied with a full day. Most of all, I spent it with people who mattered.
With no fuss, fanfare , major epiphany, but, simply, thankful for my life, I turned 41 today. So what? Let me teach you about a thing or two of a fortysomething's self-confidence. I'll even throw in a cup of warm cocoa for good measure.
Filed Under: Life
First of all, I've gotten so used to my birthday being too close to Christmas that I normally only got one present for both, which I really thought was a bummer when I was small. Sure, I got a bigger gift than the rest, but hey, I thought, more is merrier.
Second and more importantly, my sister Susan, my co-celebrator (we were born the same day, three years apart) and the one true party lover, is already gone to heaven and from then, I lost all appetite to celebrate. So this year, I, being given to laziness (and often fits of reclusiveness) thought, that the best way to commemorate was not to celebrate.
Thirdly, I was up most of the night last night being transfixed to the television, watching, out of obsessive compulsiveness, the longest necrological rites, ever, for FPJ -- the Filipino unhero , whom I have known.
With eyebags and lacking a few hours of sleep, I kept caffeinated most of the day today, when my birthday came to pass.
What can I say, it was a fine day for a birthday. I got my flowers, I got hugs and kisses, my piece of cake, my cellphone busy, really preoccupied with a full day. Most of all, I spent it with people who mattered.
With no fuss, fanfare , major epiphany, but, simply, thankful for my life, I turned 41 today. So what? Let me teach you about a thing or two of a fortysomething's self-confidence. I'll even throw in a cup of warm cocoa for good measure.
Filed Under: Life
Poppycock | 12/22/2004 |
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