It's my birthday today.
I didn't really notice until yesterday that it was coming up on me. Today I slept in a little, discussed real estate in the morning, worked some, and am now in a cafe doing odds and ends with a coffee and some good bread and pastries (it's cheat day on my diet).
Tonight, I might have dinner with a friend or might not, and today is otherwise a normal day like tomorrow.
It seems like a lot of the time, I mention this to someone and they say "oh, that's so sad! why don't you have a celebration?"
And I never had a good answer to that. Now, I think I do.
I don't need to wait for a festival to celebrate. I have pretty ridiculous celebrations fairly often, regardless of what day it is.
Most people don't do that. I had quite a few days last month in Japan that were just unreal and surreal and fantastic.
Periodically I think it'd be good to celebrate, and I throw a celebration. If you want to "theme" it, there's always something happening in the world to have as a theme for your event.
The point isn't that my birthday is no particular big deal, it's that I don't need to use the calendar to decide when I celebrate. When there's a massive triumph that calls for a celebration, then we'll throw a celebration. But randomly celebrating is alright too, if the opportunity comes up or it feels like the right thing to do.
I'm not putting down celebrations in general - Christmas, New Year's, birthdays, whatever. Many people just simply won't stop, reflect, and act to celebrate without promptly, and the festival days are a good reprieve for them.
But I think you don't have to wait. The two attitudes work together quite well - not putting too much importance on any given festival or holiday, and simultaneously embracing a life of celebration and festivity and action.
I will get myself a little piece of chocolate later, though, with my coffee. And I'm listening to Camille Saint-Saëns. Best birthday ever? Meh, it's all the same to me. But maybe yes!
You're deathmarching out the final stages of a project, you're sacrificing your mind and body and sanity. You're burning midnight oil, both ends of the candle, your family and friends haven't seen you in a while.
You're wrecked. Can you get it done? So close, so close... strength is failing, can we get over the line?
And - you do!
You get it done!
Continuing with the theme of weird things about me that could possibly point to some psychological conditions - I hate birthdays. Rest assured that it's not my birthday. I wanted to write this on my birthday, but instead I waited some amount of time so that no one would know when it is.
Yeah, that's right. I don't tell people when my birthday is. My family knows, since they were intimately involved in the event we're supposed to celebrate, but very few of my friends know. Kristen bribed me by making me a really cool clay rock for my fish tank, so I told her. The only two friends who called were Nicole and Nick, both of which I would have thought would never call. I've seen Nicole once in the past two years, and Nick has been in Pennsylvania for quite some time.
I don't know exactly what it is about birthdays. I just don't like people making a big deal out of it. I hate getting birthday presents (along with Christmas presents), and I hate it when people wish me a happy birthday. All these family members and Nick and Nicole called, and I ignored all of their calls. I didn't call them back either.