The 2008-2009 natal season was not a wonderful one. Death of a family member (my Dad), change in health status for me (now improved) and for family members (not as lucky), change in job status (starting to improve), financial worries (light at the far at the end of the tunnel), loss of a few of my feline friends (family, too, but you have to have a pet to appreciate that), etc. etc., etc. All in all, this grouping of 365 days between birthdays qualifies for the bottom ten on the list of the 52 years I've been here.
For the first time ever, I symbolically stayed up until just past midnight like it was December 31st and toasted the old year out and the new year in. Never champagne (I get no kick from same), always ginger ale. I said thanks to my late parents for having me (I think I was an anniversary sex baby) and made a wish for a better span between birthdays. No, I didn't blow out a candle afterward, but I don't think it matters. I think the wish was heard. Not going to say by whom 'cause that'll just start a theological debate and little and big wars have been fought over such discussions.
Like winning the lottery, if I'm meant to have a better year, I will. I'll certainly do my best to keep my 52nd year on the planet out of that self-designated bottom ten.
For now, the day starts a little later, in part from the fact that being up until past midnight doesn't work for me, and in part because things traditionally wait a little longer for the birthday girl to slowly savor her birthday coffee before taking on the birthday dishes and the routines of an otherwise routine day.
Life goes on.
