As the actual number of my age gets higher, there’s always that first question and thought:
Is that right? I’m thirty-eight?
Wow, I have thirty-eight years of life experiences.
People keep saying that you are only as young as you feel. This begins a little bit of mental warfare between mind and body. As young, and as youthful as I can often feel, my body is less cooperative from time to time.
Why do my feet hurt?
Well, Mike. You have been standing and walking for the last ten hours.
Part of the job. Get through it.
I’ve also noticed with other people as well, as some people even publicize, that a birthday has become a birthday week, or even birthday month.
Remembering childhood, it was a single day, one party, one day of celebration. In retrospect, it’s because everyone came to me, came to my party to celebrate. As an adult, I do attend the celebrations of younger birthdays as a schedule.
As an adult … wicked different. Everyone can’t get together all at once, so birthday celebrations have to stagger a few days, maybe even longer for some. There’s just an understanding that people have work, family, and other commitments that they have to work out their personal schedules.
As for me this year, it became a birthday week. I was unable to celebrate the weekend proceeding due to work. My boyfriend came into town to celebrate with me. I want to spend as much one-on-one time as I can, as it is a long-distance relationship. I had to attend the two nights of Pool League, mainly due to being Team Captain, and the duties that come along with that, and also so that my teammates could wish me a happy birthday. Then the following weekend, to catch up with friends I didn’t get to see during the course of the week, and with some even longer. Like I said, Conflicting Schedules … I definitely understand. Too well.
Then when I look back on it all when Monday rolls around, yes, it has been an actual full week of celebrating my birthday.
Cheers.
In The Mind Of Bestslacker 