To some of you this will seem young and to others ancient. I guess it depends on which end of the aging timeline from which you are viewing it.
For me, it doesn’t feel like either. It’s not really all that young and it’s not really all that old either. Just pretty much right in the middle. I suppose that’s where middle-aged comes from. Impressive powers of observation I have, huh!
Beyond a momentary snort at how observant I am, I’m having a bad case of the birthday blues this year. Not like I want to hide my head under a rock and pretend I’m not aging, but more of the – Yeah, it’s my birthday. So?
I mean it’s not like it means anything. It’s not a fun age like:
- 16 – getting to drive
- 18 – getting to go to clubs
- 21 – getting to drink
Hell, it’s not even 25 when I could rent a car without paying through the nose – lame perk, but still a perk. Now those ages are the ones my stepsons are looking forward to. They are 15 and 17 – right at the beginning of all the fun birthdays. Me? I’m too old for any fun stuff.
What’s the next good birthday for me?
- 55 – when I get an AARP membership?
Yeah, not really a winner there. Sorry, AARP.
I realized that I’ve been bah hum bug about my birthday for a while now. Not depressed, not upset I’m aging, just blah. Although I like getting gifts, I also feel like I don’t deserve them. It’s not like I did anything special. What? Here’s a gift for continuing to breathe for another year?
When I passed my Professional Engineer license exam – that’s worth celebrating.
When I got my business launched and cashed my first client’s check – definitely worth celebrating.
Even when I donated my last pint of blood to hit X number of gallons donated. That’s worth celebrating.
Really there’s not much to it. My brain pretty much makes sure it happens whether I think about it or not.
As I hit the far end of the aging timeline I agree that continuing to breathe is an accomplishment. One definitely worth celebrating. Hell, I outlasted
my arch nemesis from high school so and so, bring on the presents! But at 38, continuing to breathe just really doesn’t seem that impressive.
Anyway, I will be gracious and accept my gifts with thanks. I will smile and enjoy lunch and the drawings my kids made for me – because that is what’s expected. But I really don’t think I did anything noteworthy to deserve gifts and calls and fabulous wall posts on my Facebook page.
Is it just me?