I love this fact

I love the fact that one’s birthday conveniently always falls on the day that we were born. It’s easy to keep track that way. I honestly do not like birthdays as what comes with it as a reminder, Albeit, a concrete reminder, that time just marches on with or without you.

We grew up with so many expectations around birthdays and it’s good just to treat them as any other day. I don’t remember being at my birth, but I was there. It was community General Hospital in Reading Pennsylvania. Over the first nine months of hanging out inside my mother I picked up all this complicated coding within my jeans. I’m just gonna let that typo set as I didn’t pick up my first pair of jeans until I was probably five and they weren’t very comfortable back then.

But back to our genetic disposition, I was handed high cholesterol, blood pressure and a propensity for premature gray hair. I had no say whether I pick that stuff up or not. I also inherited the traits of those around me and the mores and customs of Berks county. And many I’m not proud of. It behooves me but many people never move away from Berks county and see it as the absolute norm. But then again I digress.

I have no idea the point when I started writing this other than it’ll be nice to spend a non birthday weekend with my wife two grandkids and the Puget Sound. . That’s what keeps us young. Nothing controversial here, rather than a big sigh of relief. It has been a weird year. A year, where certain things could’ve happened where I would not even be here anymore.

I feel fortunate, lucky and privileged. I don’t take anything for granted and just want to enjoy every single day. So happy birthday to everybody else as well.

It’s not my birthday and that’s the point. But treat it that way.