This weekend is my birthday. Sunday to be exact. I will be... well nevermind that. And I wrote this blog solely for the purpose of gettings lots of Happy Bday comments. No, thats not true. Actually, for the first time in my life, I don't care that its my birthday. It just doesn't seem to carry the same excitement it once did. My birthday. Big Deal. Another day out of 365.
And I have been wondering, "Why don't I get excited about my birthday anymore?". Maybe its because I've had a few and it wears off, kind of like buying a favorite movie and after you watch, oh, a thousand times, you loose interest. The movie is still good, just doesn't appeal to you that much anymore. I would like to get backthat feeling as a child about my Birthday. MY DAY! Its ALL ABOUT ME!
Now the world I live in is too busy, filled with obligations and time constraints and demands... it doesn't leave time for My Birthday. Or rather I don't make any time. Either way, its pretty sad. I was asked what I wanted to do for my birthday, and I had no answer. To do nothing sounds bad, but it was the first thing that came to my mind. How about nothing. How about I just get to rest.
So I am just going to let whatever transpires happen. I will just be in the moment. I will make no plans that will inevitably get changed anyway. I think I will look closely at this world I live in, and try and take it all in.