What a birthday means to me is now like a benchmark or a notch. Something you proudly mark against a timeline of goals.
It's no longer about a flawless, graceful sunrise to greet you in the morning, a compendium of activities and a luminary of "important" people streaming in and out of your everyday life showering you with expensive gifts and glowing compliments, or a night buoyed by champagne, caviar, and limousine rides.
You'll soon (I think it's around the age of 35 - lol) stop counting the number of years you've lived; when a friend asks you, 'So, how old are you?', you actually scratch your head, pull out your smartphone's calculator and start punching in "2018- XXXX =" Oh shit. š š š ššš
I think it's more important to fill your day with the simple recognition that you've come so far past life's obstacle courses, mazes, and mirrored walls, and congratulate yourself on a job well done.
That's why it's become kind of a culture for my family to sit down for dinner, splashy or otherwise, to just have cake, cut it and celebrate it. It just means so much more. And it's a wonderful excuse to sit down together to have a meal together! Our lives are so busy with everything else that we no longer consciously make an effort to carve out time for a meal together. Such a pity.
For my kids and I, we have even stuck to the same Brazilian buffet restaurant for a couple of years now. The restaurant ain't cheap so, we splurge at the restaurant only during our birthdays. If we miss eating there for our birthdays, we'd actually feel out of sorts, like how it happened one year. Forgetting to book a table at the restaurant will NEVER happen again! It was such a downer when we missed it.
Life isn't a bed of roses, but it doesn't mean you can't stop to smell the roses once in a while. All the while remembering that shit went into fertilizing the bushes.
Hey, keeping things real, y'all. LOL ššš
Lots of love,
Marsha
It's no longer about a flawless, graceful sunrise to greet you in the morning, a compendium of activities and a luminary of "important" people streaming in and out of your everyday life showering you with expensive gifts and glowing compliments, or a night buoyed by champagne, caviar, and limousine rides.
You'll soon (I think it's around the age of 35 - lol) stop counting the number of years you've lived; when a friend asks you, 'So, how old are you?', you actually scratch your head, pull out your smartphone's calculator and start punching in "2018- XXXX =" Oh shit. š š š ššš
I think it's more important to fill your day with the simple recognition that you've come so far past life's obstacle courses, mazes, and mirrored walls, and congratulate yourself on a job well done.
That's why it's become kind of a culture for my family to sit down for dinner, splashy or otherwise, to just have cake, cut it and celebrate it. It just means so much more. And it's a wonderful excuse to sit down together to have a meal together! Our lives are so busy with everything else that we no longer consciously make an effort to carve out time for a meal together. Such a pity.
For my kids and I, we have even stuck to the same Brazilian buffet restaurant for a couple of years now. The restaurant ain't cheap so, we splurge at the restaurant only during our birthdays. If we miss eating there for our birthdays, we'd actually feel out of sorts, like how it happened one year. Forgetting to book a table at the restaurant will NEVER happen again! It was such a downer when we missed it.
Life isn't a bed of roses, but it doesn't mean you can't stop to smell the roses once in a while. All the while remembering that shit went into fertilizing the bushes.
Hey, keeping things real, y'all. LOL ššš
Lots of love,
Marsha
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