I have decided that I do not like the month of March.
Now that the sun is shining more, it's warmer than it was, the daffodils are coming up -- and I'm in a funk
oh yes, did I mention, my birthday is in a couple of weeks
I have a love/hate relationship with my birthday
They're fun when there is cake (chocolate!) and perhaps a present or two involved
They're also a reminder that I'm another year older
The counting isn't the issue --- it's the lack of accomplishing that is
It's like reading other people's blogs --- I love hearing about other places --- but wish I could go there too
{sigh}
3 comments:
I hear ya, Bev!!! My birthday is next month -- I'm dreading it already!
thanks Kay --- it's good to know it's not just me
I've been thinking it's morbid that I worry so much about getting old and dying, but I've decided it's natural. When we were in 5th grade we looked ahead and saw that high school was next, then we looked ahead to (in my case) marriage, kids, then kids growing up. Now the people just ahead of us are old and dying. We've always looked ahead and dreamed of what it would be like--now that it's closer it looks a little more nightmarish and a little less dreamy. And we finally realize that it actually will happen to us, too! Old age isn't for sissies.
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