Birthday Blues

I'm think I'm going to change the date of my birthday. Okay, that's technically impossible...so I guess I'll change the date it's actually acknowledged. I'd stop recognizing it altogether if it weren't for family members who would loudly protest. For some reason, the actual anniversary of my birth is always one of the worst days of my year. And it's not that I'm disappointed because I start with high expectations. The days are objectively awful.

Two years ago, my birthday was accompanied by the loss of a baby, the loss of a cousin and the diagnosis of my father's cancer (that took his life seven weeks later). Last year was a little less rotten, and this year I'm battling a migraine and a miserably persistent upper respiratory infection. To make matters worse, I thought I just lost my husband. Never fear: Wade is fine...but due to a phone snafu, I was worried sick. Now the tears won't stop flowing, and emotional outbursts are not good for a stuffy nose and aching head.

At 4:30pm, I'm going to call it a day and postpone any semblance of celebration. My age will change today, and I'll acknowledge it on...Thanksgiving. Why not?! That's an uplifting holiday with plenty of fun, food and family. Thanksgiving it is!

Okay, please pardon my brief, but cathartic ranting. On a more positive note (I truly am an optimistic person, despite my current doldrums), I am thankful for another year of life's precious lessons, a strengthened faith and exceptionally beautiful family and friends. Hope you have a wonderful weekend!

Blessings,
Ramona