My birthday was lovely this year. And lovely in every sense. It was absolutely gorgeous outside. I don’t think I’ve ever worn short sleeves and sandals on my birthday before. It’s warm today, but is gray and rainy; I’m glad the sun was yesterday. And thanks and love to my friends and family and everyone who wished me a happy birthday.
I really like where my birthday falls in the year. The day after your birthday can be a letdown. For that one day, it’s “your” day. A day to celebrate your life. For once, it is all. About. You. But then…well, you have to wait 364 days before it rolls around again. That’s why a November birthday is a good thing. We’re gearing up to the holiday season. It’s still far enough away that my birthday doesn’t get lumped in there, and people aren’t stressed about shopping, travel, etc. But I can look forward to few weeks to Thanksgiving, and then Christmas. Plus, when I was a kid I could have Halloween-themed birthday parties.
Current song in my head:
“Falling for the First Time” by Barenaked Ladies