Happy Birthday To Me

” I swear, you´re not going to live to see your 11th/12th-17th Birthday…”

This is a line I´ve heard quite often during my childhood and teenage years.

“Curiosity killed the cat, Gana.”

Another line my parents constantly used. Sometimes they used both lines and sometimes they used them separately. Either way- my life was filled with loveable warnings and empty threats. Because I was that child. And every year on every birthday of mine they wondered how I managed to survive.

 

 

Today, I’m not that child anymore. I’m that woman. ( I´m many more things but that´s another bedtime story for another evening ). To this day, they wonder how I got this far without getting myself killed ( because, I´m that person )

Today marks the day of having survived another year of my life.

 

 

Today’s my 38th birthday.

 

A relatively quiet day since 75% of all my friends ( including some family ) wait until the 14th, yes, Valentine´s Day, to call me and wish me all the best. * sigh * I swear, every phone call I get the next day goes like this:

“Happy Valentine Birthday! May your day be filled with roses, sweets and romance!”

For years I tried reminding everyone that my birthday is the day BEFORE Valentine´s day. I eventually gave up and now I just thank them.

 

I was asked the other day if I feel any different now that I’m in my “advanced” years. Honestly- no. I was already “advanced” with 37 and 35. Being 38 doesn’t change a thing for me. Deep down I’m still the person I was when I turned 22. I have phases where I still feel like 17 then there are days when I feel like I’m 103. Then I saw this on Facebook and had a good chuckle.

 

 

To hell with being “advanced”. I´m a rare first edition!

 

So, what now? Now that I’m ( to quote Lady Olenna ) “old”… What’s the big plan?

First- I’m going to get in the birthday mood. I decided to spend the day wearing my pink bathrobe and munch on cheesecake. Because- I survived 38 birthdays. That alone deserves cheesecake! I’m not much concerned with whatever happens afterward. All I know is that I’ll gracefully wing whatever comes my way.

As far as throwing a birthday party goes…

I’m not having one. Even if I´m a total people person, I´m not that type of human who likes to be the center of attention. It makes me super uncomfortable. I´d much rather throw a party for someone else ( if that makes any sense ).

So… No party this year. Instead, I´ll be doing some soul-soothing with a book and cheesecake.  That´s how I want to spend my special day- with a book and cake…. possibly with a few drinks and then some more.

 

 

What did we learn today? That my parents can´t predict my death. That curiosity didn´t kill the cat. She had a wonderfully lazy, long pampered life. My friends and my Granny have a rough idea when my Birthday is ( at least they get the month right ). I enjoy being the advanced individual and I don´t like to be in the spotlight.

 

I guess that´s it, folks. This old lady needs to get the pink bathrobe on and start her day!

I hope you all have a wonderful Thursday.

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12 thoughts on “Happy Birthday To Me

  1. Heck Yeah Happy Birthday! Woo hoo! I hope it was a great day. Congratulations on making it and for their predictions being wrong. I love the rare first editions idea, that’s beautiful. It’s weird to be “old” and yet you just don’t feel like it. I’m looking ahead and hoping that we really do age like wine and just keep getting better, at least to some degree!

    And Heck Yeah to you for being THAT person. May you have many more years, awesome ideas and inspiration born from the heart. May your wild side blossom further like a meadow in spring and your mild side only arrive when needed. 😉 Cheers to you, your life, and your blogging. Happy Birthday!

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