We’ve all heard of the famous “Eve’s” right? Christmas Eve, New Year’s Eve, Adam and Eve, Eve the rapper… Well, what about Birthday Eve? Yeah, as you could have probably figured out, it’s the day before your actual birthday. August 21 is that day for me. For as long as I can remember, my parents (probably more my Mom’s doing) always call me on this day, and tell me “Happy Birthday Eve”… I like it.
46 is the number in 2022… sheesh! Getting fricking old man. I remember my dad telling me as he got older, that when he woke up, most days, he was sore. I said what specifically; he said everything… haha. I guess I’m there. My back has been holding up for the most part; passed a big test in Disney on those roller coasters. My left knee is kind of clunky here and there; sometimes my shoulder, and other random ailments, but nothing serious thankfully. It does take time getting out of bed in the morning though; don’t need to rush that and throw something out of whack. There’s a certain way I get out of bed, shifting my ass over before just jumping up… 46 years young eh?
What’s the big deal about birthdays at this point anyways? I mean, yeah, I have the big 5-0 on the horizon; that’s a milestone I guess. Every 10th year after that, when I enter the next decade of my life should be celebrated I think. Honestly, I’m still of the opinion, even towards the middle of my life (hopefully) that EVERY birthday should be celebrated. Hell, I’m of the opinion every DAY should be celebrated, so since your birthday is “another day”, then blow it out man. Don’t care if we’re talking 20s, 30s, or 40s… do your thing; enjoy your day! I know I will be.
Yes, it’s a celebration bitches. Another year walking on this crazy ass planet; it does seem even more crazier the older I get. It’s like, why do people make such a big deal out of everything? Life is short man. Is it really worth arguing over some BS? One day, far from now, you’ll look back and say “what the hell was I so angry about???”, or maybe you’ll forget why, or, I guess, you will strongly take that feeling to the grave with you… hope it was worth it. Nah, that shit is not for me. I’m enjoying the moment, while preparing and anticipating for the future. What about the past? Yeah, it’s there… in the rearview. Thankfully, most of my past moments are good ones, so it’s fun to think about stuff that happened “back in the day”… it’s cool to reminisce with those folks that were part of your life, that are still part of your life. That makes sense. What doesn’t make sense is going back to rehash some old “bad” shit… if you made it through that, survived it, and are still waking up every day, then, was it really that bad? OK, don’t answer that. I can certainly think of some bad shit that I would never, ever forget; I hope I never have to deal with stuff in that category. So far so good… Bring on 46!
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