The Birthday Blah Blah Blog

I’m turning 64 in two weeks. 64. How the f*%# is that possible? Wasn’t I 18, like, five minutes ago? I will admit that this upcoming birthday is particularly fraught, but you’ve been on the receiving end of all that before so Imma spare you. This time. I think I’m going to share a little of what I’ve learned instead. So, for those of you who are fans of my particular brand of passive-aggressive hilarity, go ahead and skip ahead. Or don’t. I’m not your mother, I can’t tell you what to do.

Jelly Beans have no beans in them.
There’s no such thing as full coverage makeup.
Every person on this earth matters.
You are not your job. Or lack of.
When fear or sadness sticks in your throat, sing.
When you feel like crying, laugh
When you feel like you have nothing to give, look deeper.
Create. Throw it out. Start again
Don’t do anything just to impress others. If you don’t believe it, or love it, don’t do it.
Life sucks sometimes. And sometimes those sometimes feel like forever. They aren’t.
Boundaries rule.
Righty Tighty, Lefty Loosey.
No matter how much you want to, you can’t be someone else.
If it isn’t yours, don’t take it.
Bonanza totally dropped the ball on the death of Hoss Cartwright.
You will never have enough until you believe you have enough.
If you look back with regret, and forward with fear, you’re peeing on today.
Fake it ‘till you make it.

Words. Just words. One step forward. Two steps back. Working. Not working. Creating. Not creating. Down a pound. Up three. Richer. Poorer. Winning. Losing. Laughing. Crying. Singing. Loving. Yearning. Learning. Envy. Joy. Loss. Friendship. Family. Worthiness. Strength. Courage. Young. Old. Just words. All of the words that make up 64 years. All snuggled up in your brain, vying for attention. So one more thing,