Happy Birthday to Me
I used to think that birthdays were special. It was a time where you and the people you love celebrate the day you were brought into existence. Maybe it’s all the toys, or attention, or the fact that when you’re younger you don’t have any real worries, but somewhere along the line you grow up and birthdays just arent the same anymore. You come to realize it’s just a day like any other day and that no magical creature is going to whisk you away to an imaginary land.
Don’t get me wrong, I didn’t have a horrible day. Sure I woke up to my cat crapping on the floor behind the TV, and I unsuccessfully tried to rebuild a crashed server at work. But I also spent time with people I love. I had a delicious dinner and got a new wireless printer.
Birthdays are just different now. Part of me is sad because I feel like I’m turning into an adult. I’ve lost that naive optimism that only kids have…
