& the surrounding insanity of the idea
Just any old day ??
Maybe.
Or maybe every day we get is something to celebrate ??
Why do we worship the “birthday” ???
So many emotions, feelings, vibes, and stress can go into them.
It has to be perfect.
It has to be big.
It has to be SPECIAL.
It has to be worthy of posting pictures of to the world.
A simple thing can go wrong, and all hell breaks loose.
“My birthday is ruined.”
Maybe next year will be better.
Is this the only day of the year where I’ll treat myself special.
Is this the only day of the year where what I want matters?
Is this the only day of the year others should think of me?
Is this the only day of the year where I can feel the slightest bit of joy?
Is this the only day where I expect things to go smooth?
Is this the only day I get a “pass” ?
My birthday is my day.
My birthday is the day I’m remembered.
My birthday is the one day I get.