Exactly 53 years ago today I was struggling. Struggling to escape my watery cocoon and go to a party. Why?
Well, I was "in utero" as they say, and my mother was at a barbeque. I imagine that I could smell the delightful aromas of barbeque and fresh Georgia peaches and I wanted OUT.
People always say "Isn't it nice to have a birthday on the 4th of July?!" Well, no, actually.
Everyone always has plans. Always. Think about it. You probably have a ritual. You go to the lake or pool or to your mama's house for a cookout. Everyone has a ritual. The plans probably don't include helping a friend celebrate their birthday. When I was a kid it really bummed me out.
Now I am older and it still sucks but I am resigned to it. My plans today DO include going out to lunch with Michael and some friends, and my brother is coming in for a visit -- so I will be celebrating.
You go ahead and have fun. Eat your cookout food. Watch your fireworks. Wish me Happy Birthday on Facebook, then go have your fun.
In my next life, I want to be born sometime in July but not on the 4th.
