On Monday I mentioned the void that I experienced when the yearly tradition of racing on Grand Prix Legends didn't happen. In that post I mentioned that I like when yearly events happen on their respective dates but I forgot to mention on event I hate; my birthday.
With all the excitement of the past two weeks as well as last night's heist of the 12 inches of snow we were supposed to get (this means Saint Louis, once again, misses out on a major snowfall, but oh do we have a lot of sleet) I have totally forgotten what Friday is.
It wasn't until I was waking up after 12 hours of sleep (I went to bed at 7:30 last night) and planning out what I was going to write that I realized Friday is my birthday. Usually the lead up to my birthday is the same as the lead up to Christmas but I have been so busy with other things that I haven't realized it until now.
I see my birthday as change. The simplest change is that age goes up by one, but it also shows progression in the world I live in. It is a reminder that nothing stays the same. It is a reminder that what is today will be a yesterday and then eventually be thought of as, "back in the day".
There's nothing I can do to avoid Feb. 4. It is less than 48 hours away. I can fear it, I can be saddened by it, but it will come and +1 of years to my age will be added.
In previous years I have been more negative than this, but maybe this year won't be so bad. I am feeling the normal emotions that go along with my birthday, but not as severe. If anything there is a positive slant and if this positive slant continues it will be my story on Friday.