Tuesday, April 4, 2006

It's My Birthday, and I'll Cry if I Want To

Well, it has arrived, my 33rd year of life.

Excuse me while I go throw up...

Not that I'm not happy to be alive, and thankful for all I have. My family loves me, I have wonderful friends, and a job I don't mind waking up to go to every day. Well, ok, most days, but anyway.

It's just...well...I don't know, really. I'm just not where I thought I would be. My soul is not happy, my spirit feels depressed, and my mind is not letting me get over it.

When my Dad turned 33, he had his first heart attack. Let's see, that was in May of that year, so I have another month or so to go. This has been my running joke about when I'll finally stop smoking...time's a runnin' out.

My mom called and is coming to take me to lunch. That will be fun if I don't let my emotions ruin it.

My niece will turn 4 next week, and I'm taking her to the circus. I can't wait! It'll be so awesome to see her expressions when the elephants come out, or the trapeze artists fly high in the air. Maybe I should focus on that, and not on the fact that I'm old with very little to show for it.


1 comment:

Malinda777 said...

Party like a rock star. I'm 43, and I'm damn excited each year I get a year older. I've earned every year, and every experience that has made me whoever I am on that day every given year.

I can't wait to be 80 or 45... whatever God gives me I'm going to be happy for it all.

Cheer up, you have so much yet to give and live.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY . I hope you had a nice lunch.