It’s my birthday. I’m not in the least bit excited about it. Not just because it’s also Passover so I get screwed from a birthday cake. No, I don’t resent sharing my birthday with Elijah, Moses and 10 plagues, not at all. OK, maybe kinda, sorta. I’m not happy to have another year just whisked out from underneath me.
What gets me the most is the fact that I just started getting used to being 40. Well, not being but SAYING that I’m 40…without shuddering and dry heaving. And now? I’m 41. I officially have the 40’s well under way. And that doesn’t make me happy, despite it being better than the alternative. Because really? The alternative for me is hitting the breaks a little and slowing it down.
It freaks me out that, here I am pretty much at the peak. At the height of my existence here on this planet. I can still HOPEFULLY double my age and expect to be alive at 82. Unless of course 2012 comes to fruition or some horrible illness strikes. Maybe I have one or two more years where my age can be feasibly doubled. But after that, I’m headed at a rapid pace downhill. I’m going to have to ask for ski goggles for my next birthday and remember to keep my mouth closed in case of bugs getting stuck in my teeth.
It’s not just the number that is headed downhill. It’s body parts too. Skin, boobs, girl bits(because they sag too, so I hear) joints, muscles, organs. They are going to need extreme maintenance. More doctor visits. Saving money for shots of botulism. Health worries. GAH!
So here I am. 41. FORTY-ONE. 492 months. Thousands of hours and minutes and seconds lived, slept, worked and played. And I’m still here to talk about it.
Here is a birthday wish to myself. Stop sweating the small stuff. Ignore things that you can’t change and concentrate on the ones you can. Embrace the happies and snub the sads. And try to have a Happy Birthday despite the fact that there will be way too much matzo consumed and constipation will kick in tomorrow. Which is probably going to be worse this year because of the advanced age.
Happy 41st Birthday to me. You are officially in the throes of middle age. And just a little reminder to myself…the best birthday present ever is turning 12 tomorrow.
P.S…Happy birthday to all my friends who share this day with me!!