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.