Birthday Piece

It is always the off-birthdays that sneak up on me. I had no problem with 21, with 25, with 30. But 19. Oof. 27. Also oof. And apparently, 34. Oof oof oof.

My husband reminded me this morning that today is my last day in my early thirties. As of tomorrow I will officially be in mid-thirties. Mortality is a bitch, peeps. A bitch.

Today is an interesting day, because I was actually born at midnight between June 29 and June 30. So I always think of June 29 as a bit of a birthday too, even though officially it is June 30. And having now gone through it myself, the time of labor is a miraculous period, right?

My one moment of nirvana was while I was in labor. I looked around and thought, holy mack, all these people have mothers. ALL THESE PEOPLE WERE BORN. SOMEONE WAS PREGNANT WITH THEM AND THEN THEY WERE BORN. What a gift. It made me realize how precious, how much love, goes into all of us. Which is a happy thought.

Focusing on happy thoughts today is a good goal, right? Because honestly, I am feeling a little bloated, a little lonely, a little disappointed. A little in need of a stiff drink. Which I know does not actually stop the pain, but man, it does dull it. Which is also a gift.

Perhaps some cake would also be a good idea. Made with love. Someone I love did send me 12 cupcakes. And I am grateful, even though I'm also dancing around them like a snake dancer 'round a rattler. Among other things, they offer a little space, a little peace.

 "All I want is a little peace! A little piece of Poland,
A little piece of France,
A little piece of Austria
And Hungary, perchance!
A little slice of Turkey
And all that that entails,
And then a bit of England, Scotland, Ireland and Wales!"

Mel Brooks is also a happy thought. Wish me luck, my friends.