Just another day and another March.
What is a birthday but another date on the calendar?
No different from any other, not unlike Easter, Christmas, or New Year.
A date that can spark joy or remind you of joy’s absence.
Where one might celebrate, I ruminate.
On this day last year, I told myself I would:
Fall in love.
Buy a home.
Lose weight.
Start a business.
Start a blog.
Make friends.
Be less depressed.
A year on, and the list remains.
Incomplete, yet not untouched.
I did:
Fall in love - and fell out just as swiftly.
Lose weight - and I vow to keep it off.
Start a blog - you're reading it now.
Make friends - over coffee and long walks.
With every 'I did,' a whisper of 'naught'.
But just a whisper.
A testament to my relentless March.
Birthdays are a tough time for me. I’ve rarely celebrated them. It’s always been one of unequal comparison. The images of birthday parties and raucous laughter. Aside from memories of Chuck E. Cheese, many of my birthdays have been spent in isolation, hunched over TVs and computer screens.
But year on year it changes and sometimes, like today, for the better.
I hope my sharing this rambling of words will help you appreciate “just another day” in your life.