Today is my birthday. Actually, today is two birthdays- my own and my blog’s birthday. Two years ago, I turned a little, poorly coded, ugly website into a WordPress powered machine. Since that day, my blog has continued to look a lot better, be easier to use, and grown substantially. Moving to WordPress early was one of the best things I ever did for this website. I had hoped that I’d be able to unveil a new site design today but alas, it will have to wait.
But back to me…
As I said, today I turn another year older. Last year, I celebrated in Edinburgh. This year in Rome. A lot as happened in the intervening year- not only personally but professionally too. It’s been a great year and if the next one is just as good then I have nothing in life to complain about. Well, I have one thing:
I don’t like birthdays.
They are just another day to me.
Sure, I use the day as an excuse to go out, have fun, buy myself something, and eat delicious sushi. However, if the day went unnoticed, I wouldn’t be too upset by it. (which is ironic, considering I just titled this blog post “It’s my birthday.”) A lot of people make big deals of birthdays. I never understood why. To me, a birthday is just a reminder that I’m getting older and how, as Willie Nelson said, “how time just slips away.”
More than that, I never thought the idea of celebrating one day in your life made much sense. I could have easily have been born yesterday or tomorrow. Celebrating one day isn’t important- I like to celebrate life everyday. Why take one day out of the year to focus on being alive? Enjoy everyday. Celebrate the fact you’re alive every day. Maybe people just like the ego boost of all the attention. I don’t know. But why I hate birthdays is probably why I hate most holidays- especially Valentine’s Day. Why not show your significant other you love them everyday? If there was any day to make extra special, it would be an anniversary not a hallmark holiday.
So today I celebrate my birthday for no other reason than it’s a good excuse to go out with all my Kiwi friends who have come to Rome. Tomorrow, I’ll wake up the same (albeit with a slight hangover). And I’ll move forward- just one day older but still the same.
Then again maybe this whole post is just junk and I’m just rambling. After all, I’m a Gemini and we supposedly think too much. And I won’t lie- I do think too much.
And what does this have to do with travel? Absolutely nothing. I just feel like being philosophical.
After all, it is my birthday.