I approach my birthdays with trepidation.Â The lead-up feels, well, long.Â To know that I am approaching the completion of another revolution of my world.
I believe it is difficult for me not just because I watch myself aging in the eyes of others but because I never spent my childhood days imagining my world as a grown-up.Â As a parent, yes, so I’m a very good parent.Â As a grown-up, no, I never got that far.Â So, I’m not really sure what I’m doing, as grown-up.Â My imaginative plane crashed somewhere around college.Â There are no life-long dreams on which to hang my hat.
I. just. am. a. grown-up.
And I don’t know how it happened.
But, here I am.
With new dreams, worlds, triumphs, fears.
Happy Birthday to me.