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Well, today is officially my 30th birthday. It feels a bit surreal, actually. I don't feel 30. I don't really look 30.
At the moment, I'm trying to focus on the positive aspects rather than the negative. The fact that I'm still here and relatively healthy is one of them. That I have wonderful friends and family is another. But I can see how birthday's can be depressing for some.
For instance, being fully aware of the fact that you feel you haven't accomplished much by the time you get to a certain point in your life, that can be depressing. Or the fact that you're still living at home, unemployed and single can be another one. I'll do my best to not try to focus on that aspect as I go through my days, weeks, months. Years.
And this is the first birthday I've spent without my grandmother. She was real big on birthdays. She'd give you a call, or if you were in town, take you out to eat. Not getting a card from her is so strange. So alien to me. It's like there's still that hole there. That ache. I try not to think of it too often, but on a day like today, it's hard not to.
Should I think of this birthday as a milestone, or every birthday from this point on as one? As Sophia said, "Any birthday without a headstone is a milestone." Ha ha.
Well, here's to 30 years, and hopefully 30 more to come and maybe more.
BTW, here are my previous birthday posts.
At the moment, I'm trying to focus on the positive aspects rather than the negative. The fact that I'm still here and relatively healthy is one of them. That I have wonderful friends and family is another. But I can see how birthday's can be depressing for some.
For instance, being fully aware of the fact that you feel you haven't accomplished much by the time you get to a certain point in your life, that can be depressing. Or the fact that you're still living at home, unemployed and single can be another one. I'll do my best to not try to focus on that aspect as I go through my days, weeks, months. Years.
And this is the first birthday I've spent without my grandmother. She was real big on birthdays. She'd give you a call, or if you were in town, take you out to eat. Not getting a card from her is so strange. So alien to me. It's like there's still that hole there. That ache. I try not to think of it too often, but on a day like today, it's hard not to.
Should I think of this birthday as a milestone, or every birthday from this point on as one? As Sophia said, "Any birthday without a headstone is a milestone." Ha ha.
Well, here's to 30 years, and hopefully 30 more to come and maybe more.
BTW, here are my previous birthday posts.
Trivia of the day: Mother prairie dogs will nurse their young only while underground in the safety of the burrow. If an infant tries to suckle above ground, the mother will slap it.
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