I am turning 39 today.
I will be excited to read any birthday greetings left on my Facebook or here. And I can’t wait to open up my cards and presents. I saw a card on the table today that said “To Mommy”; that one is getting opened first.
I think I settled on Sushi for dinner, but I might change my mind. I’m allowed to, it is my birthday after all.
Secretly though, behind all of my smiles and thanks, lies a sense of remorse and dread.
Until yesterday, I didn’t really tell anyone that today is my birthday.
I don’t like birthdays that end in the number nine. How weird am I?
I know it is because I am closing a chapter. I am no longer the youngest of an era. I am the oldest, the dinosaur of the 30 year olds.
At 9:11 tonight, it will be done. The story of my thirties is coming to a close and I will no longer celebrate a birthday that includes the term ‘thirty…’.
The same thing happened ten years ago when I turned 29. I think I need to work on this.
If history truly repeats itself though, this will only last awhile, then I will snap out of it and realize that my next birthday is the beginning of a new chapter. I will be the new kid on the block all over again. The youngest of the ‘forty-somethings’ and life will be groovy once more.
I hope history repeats itself.
Sheri publishes, and writes at This Bird’s Day where she shares all of the thoughts in her head without the voices. Sticking mainly with content for Canadians, Sheri shares family stories, product information and anything that fits into her (and her family’s) daily activities.