There's nothing new here... I've been disappointed by birthdays my entire life. I can remember my Mother working hard and on occasion a birthday party or event ended up being grand and fabulous. Trips to Elitches... the best amusement park EVER in Denver... Nanci and Kim would even remember those, we're still friends.
I am working on the expectations and apparently not having much luck. I thought I had reduced my expectations enough to avoid the let down feeling. Apparently not.
I'm running on and I have no real point. I was very happy to get numerous text messages and see all the well wishes and notes from people on Facebook. I actually went through and responded personally to about 40 out of 48. However, a real card, in the mail is still my personal preference for birthday wishes... give me time. I'll get over it. I'll stop being so nostalgic, maybe... maybe not...
What shall I forgive this day to amuse and delight?
I decided back in November 2015 to make my poetry available and journal online. I'm not exactly sure what "blogging" means but I am quite sure this is an online journal. Feel free to read on with an aire of open minded curiosity. At no time do I intend to offend, judge or pretend to know anything really, I'm just an observer and explorer, as we all are. Feel free to "boldly go" through my observations and perhaps it will spark or inspire. Comments are off because I don't want to be worried about political correctness when I'm writing. I'm not thinking about "you." I'm just writing because it feels "right". Feel free to enjoy or surf on.
Fibber McGee's closet!