We’re in the beginning of September, the late home stretch of Summer. A few hot days left, some warm, comforting rain coming soon. As much as I physically and emotionally despise the Winter I do look forward to early Autumn, that is at least until my birthday.
No, I’m not 6, though I often feel that way. I do act child-like (ok kids, childish) in some ways but to me little things make me happy; especially things that I can do to entertain myself. I’m not needy, that way, I amuse myself all the time and I hope to be able to continue to do this until I take my last breath and die.
I laugh out loud to my own jokes with nobody around and sometimes I think I am absolutely hilarious. It doesn’t matter to me at all what other people think, as long as I am enjoying myself, and not hurting anyone, that’s all I need. I think I got this from my dad who often laughed at his own jokes but back then, as a daughter, things didn’t really seem that funny to me. They do now.
I celebrate and look forward to my birthday every year. I have no shame about age, I will be 58 in early October and I hope to be just as happy as I approach the so=called dreaded 60.” I admit sixty does sound OLD and it seems impossible that I will be sixty but I hope to celebrate that birthday with even more presents, laughter, family, flowers and friends. Key word : Hope.
Why not? In the past, my mother always lied about her age.. For years she lied about my age and my sister’s age, we got younger every few years. She used to say and “this is my daughter.” It took us years for her to add-on each name. She gets it now.
She doesn’t like me to tell people her age so I’ll just say she gave birth to me as a young teen mom. I’m really not coy about age or gray hair. At the moment I am trying to grow out a reddish glaze, not to cover my gray hair but to make it shiny. It didn’t work. Now my hair has three shades, all I want is for my natural brown and silver.
I buy myself little things, very little things, a few weeks before my birthday. It could be one cookie or something from a thrift shop, it by no means is expensive. It’s my birthday month and who knows better than me what makes me happy?
Think about this the month before your birthday, buy yourself something. Why not? I’m sure you deserve it. Wish yourself a Happy Birthday Month and all good things to come throughout the year.
PS Warm wishes on your special day from ME!
I will, most certainly, buy myself flowers. I always thought if I had the money that Oprah had I would order fresh flowers delivered weekly. My dad, I just remembered, bought me a red rose every year on my birthday, as long as I can remember. OK, Maybe I’ll add just one..or two xo
Dear Baby Peachy Keen my little October Pumpkin,
Ah you’ve got a lot of liv’n it up to do – as you know I celebrate a birthday SEASON – essentially you get to celebrate for 58 days this year – one day for every year you’ve been here on earth. (There are rules to the birthday season but you’ll have to do search on my blog for those)
Some places in the orient they count the 9 months in utero as the first year so you are closer to 60 than you might think!
xxxxxxx and a O
P.S. Send yourself florest roses – they strip away the thorns.