For all of you who remembered I do have a birthday, I truly thank you and am grateful to have such good friends. For those of you who didn’t know my birthday was coming up please don’t sweat it. I can never remember birthdays and if it wasn’t for multiple entries on my calendar, mostly done by Kate, I’d probably miss all of my family and friends birthdays.
In under one week I turn 30. A milestone some tell me but I feel no excitement about hitting “the big” 30. It’s just another year older but this time with so much social stigma put on it by others. People seem to think that 30 means I should act and feel a certain way, yet I don’t feel any different than I did two years ago. I guess being on my third decade is something to celebrate; especially as reckless as I was with the first one and a half.
Some kind folks have asked me what I’d like for my 30th birthday and I’ve found myself without any answers. It’s not that I am trying to be difficult but I honestly want very little lately. I am becoming realistic and realizing just how much waste there is in the craving for many things and I no longer want things I’ll rarely use. In contrast to years past just having the latest gadget no longer makes me happy.
I am also so happy for the changes in my life over the past two years with driving and my health that I feel full and satisfied. I am still living on what I can only classify as some kind of emotional high that has left me no longer craving small material items. That doesn’t mean I wouldn’t appreciate a gift, it just means that I can’t spout off a list of things I want like a child can the weeks before Christmas when writing a letter to Santa.
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