Anyway, today is my very own birthday, so YAY! I love birthdays in general, and mine in particular. Because as I always tell people, the alternative is much less attractive to me. And I feel qualified to say that, having had the alternative try to sneak up on me a couple of times.
I know so many people who get really freaked out by their birthdays, and to be honest, it intrigues me. And every time someone asks me if I'm "turning 29 again"
I will admit though, that it is easier for me to remember my birthdate, than my age. I mean, if someone asks me my date of birth, I can rattle it off to them in record time. If someone asks me my age, I always have to stop, think of my birth date, and do the math. And I always think that it gives the impression that I'm trying to think of what I can say, that they might believe. I always say my actual age after I've figured it out, it just takes me a minute to get there ...
Anyway. Today is my 51st birthday, for those of you who may be wondering. (For the record, on the actual day of my birthday, I can always easily remember how old I am ...)
It has been a most excellent day so far. It was unusually warm here today (about 78 degrees), and really sunny. I went to the gym, and then we had sour cream pecan coffee cake from a French patisserie near our house, with some coffee. Then we drove to New Hope, which is about an hour's drive on a day like today, when there is no traffic, and it's not a weekend. It was really great to be out, just walking around for the heck of it, on such a nice day. We walked across the bridge to Lambertville, New Jersey. (Which, because I'm apparently 5 emotionally, I always think is so much fun - walking to another state and back in one day!) And I just finished my birthday dinner of vegetarian barbecue (Tim's is the best); then later, we'll have birthday cake and presents. Now, if I was ignoring my birthday, would I have had such a nice day in the middle of the week? Not very likely!
And so, I see no reason to stop celebrating birthdays. And I really don't mind getting older. Sure, I hope that I won't end up disabled, or seriously ill, and that I'll be able to be independent, etc., the older I get. But I'd much rather be where I am, and who I am, than worry about getting here in the first place.