Today is my birthday. My 25th to be exact.. and 25 seems like as good of an age as any other to write a depressing diatribe about the subject.
I’ve never understood why birthdays are held in such high regard. You expect everyone to be nice to you, throw a party in your honor, restaurants give you a singing crew of servers with free dessert, and it’s just because you slid out of another human being? You didn’t accomplish anything that day. You didn’t come out of there already talking and walking. Your mother went through a sometimes lengthy process and pushed you out herself, so if anyone deserves a day of recognition.. it’s HER!
The number one question I’ve been asked today is if I have any special plans.. The answer is no. Aside from sleeping in a bit, I woke up, made myself coffee, and started working on the blog like I do any other day. Marking the day by having a party or going to a fancy dinner just makes another notch on an insignificant timeline. I believe in throwing random Haunted Luau parties in September or Friendsgivings to bring everyone together to indulge in good food, drink, and company. Why do we have to wait for a birthday or other random holiday to float around just to treat ourselves to something nice and see loved ones?
Maybe by the time I finish my second cup of coffee, I’ll reread this and think… “Wow.. what a cynical whiner!” but for the time being I want to post it. This is my true authentic voice. No candy coated intro to cupcakes or positive message here.. just a small piece of writing to remind myself and others that you should make every day significant by creating and accomplishing something, whether it’s big or small.
Now back to your regularly scheduled upbeat recipe posts!