You are not your age, Nor the size of clothes you wear, You are not a weight, Or the colour of your hair. You are not your name, Or the dimples in your cheeks, You are all the books you read, And all the words you speak. You are your croaky morning voice, And the smiles you try to hide, You’re the sweetness in your laughter, And every tear you’ve cried. You’re the songs you sing so loudly, When you know you’re all alone, You’re the places that you’ve been to, And the one that you call home. You’re the things that you believe in, And the people that you love, You’re the photos in your bedroom, And the future you dream of. You’re made of so much beauty, But it seems that you forgot, When you decided that you were defined, By all the things you’re not.
Birthdays have always been a bit tricky for me. For a long time I believed that something bad would always happen on my special day (mostly because, for several years in a row, I had disastrous birthdays where loved ones became gravely ill, pets died, people got in car accidents and general chaos and doom reigned) and so I tended to try to just get it over and done with as quickly as possible.
As I got older and, particularly after surviving a life-threatening illness, I starting believing that having another birthday was actually pretty good. Bad stuff could still happen, but then it could on any other day, so why worry about it?
Usually, I try and organise a dinner out, or a get-together of some description with friends or family or both. This year, I just wanted time on my own. I didn’t want to involve anyone else, which sounds really selfish and unsociable, but I just wanted to spend my day pottering about by myself, doing as I pleased and not having any schedule to follow. I highly recommend it 🙂 I don’t get lonely and am quite happy with my own company. I wanted a stress-free, restorative, recharging kind of day.
So, my idea of a good birthday goes something like this…..
1. Dress in a comfortable outfit, in your favourite colours. Makeup and hair done for no one else but yourself.
2. Take yourself out for a delicious, hearty breakfast…….
3…..and eat it all up. Don’t feel guilty at all.
4. Visit a favourite, gorgeous shop. Wander around for an hour or so and don’t buy anything. Feel good that you didn’t spend unnecessarily (even if it is because you’re a bit poor right now and couldn’t afford to even if you wanted to).
5. Make yourself a birthday cake and share it with loved ones at dinner time. It doesn’t matter if the cake is a bit homely looking. People will be polite and eat it anyway.
6. Drink vast quantities of tea, preferably out of pretty china so you feel like a lady.
7. Go op-shopping. Buy shoes for a ridiculously low price (in this case $4.25).
So, for me, a perfect birthday is one in which I spend time doing things I enjoy, with no schedule or plan. I ended the day with my brother and his family, which was lovely – I even had candles on my cake and everyone sang “Happy Birthday” to me. Delightful. Maybe spending a day on your own isn’t everyone’s cup of tea, but it was exactly what I needed and I’m so glad I did it.
So how do you spend your birthday? Do you like to ignore it, go all out and spoil yourself, or plan a quiet day of solitude and reflection? Whatever you do, I hope you always feel loved and appreciated on your special day.
I was going to skip this step in the blogging challenge, because I had already done several “Random Facts” posts about myself and I was running out of random… But then I thought “Who am I kidding? I am completely random!” so I shouldn’t really have any issues with finding things about myself to write about. Maybe. Or I could be in for a really difficult and dull time. And you’re along for the ride, poor things. Nevertheless, here goes :
Twenty Facts About Me
I don’t like stinky cheeses. Except for Gorgonzola. It is a different, refined kind of stinky.
I have terrible balance. I can’t walk in a straight line. If I ever get pulled over by the police and asked to do that straight-line-walking thing, they will immediately arrest me for being inebriated.
I am a librarian but I don’t want to be.
I don’t get the whole Brad Pitt thing. I’m sure he’s a very nice man but I don’t know what all the fuss is about. I’m sure he wouldn’t think I was all that and a bag of chips either. Which is fair enough.
There are two TV shows I can watch over and over again and never get bored with – Seinfeld and MASH.
I have a ridiculously large collection of scarves. The only good thing about Winter is scarves.
I can’t make decisions.
People think I am very stoic, calm and sensible. I am, in reality, the complete opposite. Overly emotional, ridiculously anxiety-prone and pretty darn good at catastrophising.
I am a sleep-walker. Not as much these days but, when I was younger, I would wake up in weird places.
I really don’t like mole rats. They are the one creature I just can’t get behind. I’m sure they’re great, and I wouldn’t want them to be extinct or anything, but I find them creepy and gross. They’re like little hairless nightmares.
I have Gilbert’s Syndrome. This produces elevated levels of unconjugated bilirubin in my bloodstream. It doesn’t have any serious affects. It does, however, make me turn yellow if I am particularly stressed or unwell or fasting. One of my doctors found out by accident that I had it – he was blood testing for all sorts of things and this turned up.
I can’t stand it when people walk without lifting their feet. That whole dragging your feet thing – ugh! Pick your feet up, Schleppy!
When I was six, I fell in the playground and sliced my face open on some wood. I needed stitches and still have the scar. I remember walking back to class with blood pouring down my face, and sitting in the car on the way to the hospital with my brother cuddling me but not looking at me because he can’t stand blood.
I used to be in an Academic Extension Program in primary school. They thought I was smart. I wasn’t. I did get awarded Dux of the school when I graduated, but I think there was some sort of error. But I’m not giving it back now.
I didn’t learn to ride a bike until I was 12. I learnt to fall off one (repeatedly) shortly after that.
I can’t wear high heels. Just can’t. Don’t ask me to.
I’m a little bit allergic to wool.
I’m very allergic to the Kardashians. They bring me out in hives.
I am always cold.
Tea is my favourite thing to drink. There is no time that is not appropriate for tea, as far as I am concerned. It is a salve to all that ails me. Also, cookies generally accompany tea, and that’s never a bad thing.
So that’s it. I struggled a bit there…there’s not really many things to tell about me. I’d like to say I have been sky-diving or that I graduated from some prestigious University or that I am curing cancer but, mostly, I am pretty dull. But that’s that challenge over and done with now! Onwards and upwards!