Birthday Blah Blah Blog, Part 2: It's My Party And I'll Bitch If I Want To
“What are you planning to do? You’ve gotta do something, something, you know, big …” Oh, the pressure. To do something big . Grand. Special. Memorable. To mark. Celebrate. Commemorate. This milestone. Passage. Crossroad. New beginning. But for something new to begin, something established must end. And letting go, even of a pile of old stinky dreck, can be a struggle - Now that it’s recently passed, over and done, this birthday milestone, and I have a bit of distance and remove from it, I can see it more clearly for what is actually means, what it actually is - Earlier in June, as the 28 th loomed large on the horizon, its importance inflating more and more, I convinced myself it was a day I wanted to highlight less and less. Truth be told, I was indeed torn: to fete or not to fete, that was the question. Whether ‘twas nobler to ignore the day entirely, make believe it wasn’t happening, didn’t matter, meant nothing. Distance myse...