Birthday blues? nah

My birthday was yesterday. I'm not depressed about turning 26. It isn't the incessant march of time that has me a little down. It's all the damn pressure to have a good day. Your birthday is supposed to be spent celebrating, spent with friends, enjoying a carefree day as your friends and family all rejoice in the wonderfulness that is you...right?

Well, what happens if you happen to be tired or cranky or exhausted from dealing with two over exuberant puppies? Then you find yourself in the spiral of I know I should be having a great time, but I'm just having an okay time. Nothing is going wrong, there is nothing to be sad or upset about. But dammit it's my birthday. I should have a huge I just got !@#$ grin plastered across my face.

Well kids, here's the hard and simple truth. Life is good. I'm enjoying this thing that my parents heaped onto my unsuspecting conscious. Thrills, romance and adventure they always told me. Thrills...every time I get into a car in Huntington. It is a life endangering roller-coaster. Romance? I've get to live with my best friend and play all the time. I love her and I'm pretty sure the feeling is mutual so I have that going for me. Adventure? Well I've had lots of them. I'm looking forward to lots more. In the meantime, launching my own company I think counts as a pretty big adventure.

So in the end, I'm glad yesterday is over and done. There was too much well wishing for a happy birthday from too many people. I don't care if those 24 little hours were that great, because the next ones and all the hours to come, have a lot of promise.