Wednesday, June 5, 2013

You Say it's Your Birthday? It's My Birthday Too (Yeah!)

It might be a sign of my age that I think of the Beatles song with the above lyrics before the traditional "Happy Birthday" song.  I thank the movie "Sixteen Candles" for this. Naturally.  Since of course, I wasn't alive yet when the Beatles version came out. Okay, okay.... barely alive.

I won't admit to using a calculator to figure this out but I was also 16 years old when the Molly Ringwald movie came out celebrating the same milestone.  Or if you prefer (and/or under the age of 30), the Jon Cryer movie.

Anyhoo, here's my observation:  People bitch way too much about birthdays and getting old.   

I catch myself doing it too.  You should see how many times I rewrote that first paragraph.  It's a "thing," especially in America for some reason.

When I was little, I remember my step-mother looking in the mirror on her 30th birthday with tears in her eyes asking me, "Do I look OLD to you?"  

She was (and is) a very beautiful woman with not a wrinkle in sight, but I was a kid. Of course she looked old.  All adults looked old to me. Despite my wisdom in not admitting that to her at the time, she simply stopped celebrating birthdays for years after that.  It always made me sad. Then she hit 50 and decided she no longer gave a damn.  SO much more fun.

My message to you on my birthday is to ENJOY your birthdays.  Bask in the glow of getting old.  Every year and every day for that matter, be grateful for the opportunity to grow older.

Getting older sure beats the hell out of the alternative.

There's a reason they make brightly colored balloons and sweet, fluffy cake; why we sing and celebrate.  It's not an evil plot designed to distract us from the dire truth. I promise.

Yes, we are all going to die.  But guess what?   Death is not dependent on birthdays.  It has nothing whatsoever to do with getting older.  Ask anyone who has ever lost a child.

I also won't take any crap about not looking as good, not being able to do as much, or not having as much energy.

Lack of memory?  Ok, I'll give you that.  I can't remember a darn thing anymore.  I can, however, afford a more expensive day planner now so it's all good.

The truth is that I feel (and probably look) more alive at 45 than I have at any other age so far.   And yet, there is not a single doubt in my mind that the best is still to come as long as I continue to wake up each day knowing the gift of getting older.

If you want to give me a little present today, I would love for you to stop by my Facebook page and leave a message on my Gratitude & Positivity thread.

Carpe diem, my friends!

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