Well, it's my birthday. That requires a post, right? I must say, I don't have anything super interesting to writeat the moment. But looking back, I noticed the massive "I'm getting older" post I did last year.
Well, I don't feel like doing that again. Partially because I haven't had any coffee yet today and I'm also fighting a cold, so I'm not very lively this morning.
But also because I just don't feel that way. At least not especially today. Some days I feel old and set in my ways and world-weary. Some days I feel ridiculously young and immature. Some days I feel like I could do anything. Some days seem an exercise in futility. Some days I'm traveling a million miles an hour, and some days I'm spinning my wheels.
In other words, it's just life. 27 or 28, doesn't matter. So, today I look forward to a little special treatment--some goodies, a song, perhaps a present or two. But I no longer expect birthdays to be days of magic--the way they used to seem when I was a kid. Like you'd wake up on your birthday and things would have changed. Somehow, someway, the page of the book would have turned--all because of the date on the calendar.
I kind of miss that feeling.
But this morning, as I was driving in to work, the sunrise was absolutely beautiful. Logically, I know it wasn't because it's the date of my birth. It was an awesome sunrise on Monday, too, I think. But the little whimsical part of my brain couldn't help but broadcast that God had just wished me a happy birthday, too. Like some kind of magic.
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
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