I own a shirt with little black sparkly circles all over it, like sequins…. and the tag on this disco ball says this sparkle monstrosity is to be dry cleaned only.
Last Friday, my birthday, I opened the dryer first thing in the morning and out tumbled all those wonderful shiny black circles!! Oh my!! What a hilarious surprise!!
It was like over-the-hill confetti!!
Not only was the shirt ruined…but I was left with a large load of mostly black clothing with tiny black circles imbedded all over. Now I find these specks everywhere I go in my house, in my car, on my body… I even found a few sprinkled at work.
This is how contagious diseases are spread… lesson learned. Launder responsibly!!!
I welcome my birthday much like people welcome the plague. While I pretend to enjoy the new internal struggles of ‘oh fuck, now I’m 34 and still haven’t made any progress towards what I really want to do with my life,’ I also pretend to enjoy questions about myself and my birthdayplans. I deflect.
It’s a strange thing…attention. It makes me slightly uncomfortable when it’s something I don’t have any control over. Birthday? I didn’t do anything to get praise for that. It just happened one day. It happened to my mom, mostly. I may have been 10 pounds and it may have been painful. Work hard and try to make something of your life? Meh…everyone does that, right?
I have no significant birthday plans. It’s -5 degrees outside right now. Plans? Really? I’m wearing two scarves for crying out loud! It’s a double scarf birthday!
As I reflect on my past year and sketch out a new framework for this coming 34th year, I try to remember all the things I used to want… the things that I told myself I wouldn’t forget to do when I got a little older. Maybe most of them are unachievable. But maybe they’re not! Good lord, I hope they’re not….