What happens today is that I’m spending some time thinking about one year ago, but no time at all thinking about one year from now, which, on the whole, is an improvement.
And I’m not thinking about one year ago that much. Just a little. And mostly, the memory is accentuating my gratitude for today. Which is as it should be, right?
One year ago, I was 365 days poorer.
“Moooom! Look! I made a giant poop in the toilet! I made you a birthday POOP!”
“Oh, sweetheart! I! Am! So! Happy!”
…and if your five-year-old had undergone a more-than-two-year-long toilet training regression, you too would think this is the best birthday present ever.
Twenty years ago, I turned 21 at an R.E.M. concert.
In this precise moment, I’m listening to Leonard Cohen (but not crying) because instead of sitting in the bathtub in the dark, I’m sitting on my balcony in the sunshine, drinking Awake! tea and feeling mildly guilty—but not really—about all the work I didn’t do today. But fuck it, it’s my birthday and +22 and sunny and so, no. Instead, I roast hot dogs with my kids over a firepit for lunch while wearing my new dress (thank you, baby, your taste is immaculate) and I listen to that song again (oh, yes) and my fingers are covered with all the new shades of pastels I now have to play with and I don’t look in the laundry room once.
But I do the dishes and clean the kitchen. Because. Adult.
Leonard Cohen is telling me it’s closing time and to lift my glass to the awful truth which you can’t revealed to the Ears of Youth, and I laugh. There’s a note in my in-box from an editor, asking me if I’d like to spin a column about the rates (high) of depression among Millennials in the workplace.
Meh. Today, only give me cheery things.
Happy birthday, may this next year be even better than the last!!
May felicitations rain down on you for the full quotient of your birthday Ms Nothingbythebook. Life has been 360 degrees better since I found your blog. Cheers for the good memories and for making me think about more than my small little world.
Happy birthday my dear. I hope you had a wonderful time.