From age 18 to 28, I never celebrated my birthday on it's actual day. That somehow shielded me from disappointment. Now I always celebrate. I insist on not working. I make plans in advance, even if they are (most often) plans by myself. I figure, why not? Better to celebrate being alive than the alternative, right?
Happy Birthday. I know your age, but I won't share it. Looks like you're ripening with age. BTW, you are still looking good, don't fret about the inevitable. I've got so many lines in my face, it looks like a dried up creek bed.
Birthdays were always a big deal in my house and when I married, my husband kept up the tradition. Upon his death I have made sure I am out of the country far away from anyone that can say Happy Birthday and keeping busy so sadness doesn't overwhelm. I loved birthdays, but you are so correct, they change with age.
I’m turning 60 in September. It’s a milestone. I have no plans and not aware of any plans with friends. I was raised a Jehovah’s Witness from the age of 10 and so birthdays and Christmas and all holidays were taken away. I keep trying to make up for those years. I wish I had plans on my 60th. I sure hope it’s not a depressing day. I’m grateful for my friends and family but birthdays just don’t seem to be a big deal.
From age 18 to 28, I never celebrated my birthday on it's actual day. That somehow shielded me from disappointment. Now I always celebrate. I insist on not working. I make plans in advance, even if they are (most often) plans by myself. I figure, why not? Better to celebrate being alive than the alternative, right?
Happy Birthday, Annabel!
Happy belated birthday! Mine is tomorrow, and I am hoping for a safer and healthier new year ahead.
Happy Birthday. I know your age, but I won't share it. Looks like you're ripening with age. BTW, you are still looking good, don't fret about the inevitable. I've got so many lines in my face, it looks like a dried up creek bed.
Birthdays were always a big deal in my house and when I married, my husband kept up the tradition. Upon his death I have made sure I am out of the country far away from anyone that can say Happy Birthday and keeping busy so sadness doesn't overwhelm. I loved birthdays, but you are so correct, they change with age.
I’m turning 60 in September. It’s a milestone. I have no plans and not aware of any plans with friends. I was raised a Jehovah’s Witness from the age of 10 and so birthdays and Christmas and all holidays were taken away. I keep trying to make up for those years. I wish I had plans on my 60th. I sure hope it’s not a depressing day. I’m grateful for my friends and family but birthdays just don’t seem to be a big deal.
Wow. How and why did you ever put up with that horrendous treatment?