JUST THINKING: Aiming to celebrate a birthday in style
Birthdays haven’t really been my thing in the past. I’d much rather plan a party for someone else than celebrate the one day of the year that marks yet another milestone for me. Not that I’ve had a hang up on the actual number of years I’ve been alive and how many wrinkles I have and how gravity seems to play mean tricks the older we get. Until now, that is.
And even now, it’s not so much about the things age can do to your “looks,” but it’s more about who I’ve been in the past and who I want to be in the future.
I seem to be at a point in my life where I get to reinvent myself. The past seven months have kind of been like peeling the layers of an onion, getting rid of old assumptions about life and adopting new ones. I get to figure out what foods I like to eat, what music makes me tick, what I actually like to do in my spare time — which, I admit, hasn’t been a lot. I’ve grown my hair out, added a few things to my closet that are a little “out of the box,” and I even painted my toenails purple.
When I lived in Colorado, a number of my friends celebrated birthdays in extravagant style — trips and cars and really big parties. I usually came away from those events thinking about all the things I could have done with the money they dumped into transportation or events where the birthday girl didn’t even get to visit with everyone. A tad bah humbug, I know. But it just wasn’t my style.
But that’s what’s hitting me today. I don’t really know what my style is. Or what it means to “have a good time.” Am I a go-out-to-dinner-and-listen-to-music kind of gal? Or would I prefer something like bowling or golf? Or do I just want to stay home and watch a movie? This reinventing yourself thing can be kind of overwhelming. While I still don’t know exactly how I’m going to celebrate today, my goal is to next year know exactly how to spend my birthday in style — my style.