With everything that's been going on the last couple of days, I actually sort of forgot that today's my birthday. Only sort of, because people do keep reminding me. And technically because in terms of chronology and time differences, my birthday isn't for another twelve hours or something like that.
But yes. Only sort of, because people keep reminding me that I've grown older again. Like my parents. And Facebook friends.
And Wes.
Who is adamant that we celebrate somehow or another, in spite of my bout with Plane Plague and his family's absenteeism.
This lack of fanfare is actually sort of normal for me, though. I tend to forget my birthday, as generally there isn't much going on of note in terms of celebration. It's always very busy around my birthday and rarely
because of my birthday. Last year was sort of an exception, with Wes visiting me for the occasion. Normally, it's just another day in the Life of Kate, so I tend to half-ignore it.
Some people may find that sort of behavior strange, but I'm perfectly okay with this (unintentional) tradition of treating my birthday like any other day. To be honest, I'm pretty damn lucky and receive what many would consider "special treatment" on regular days of the year from the people I love, so making a birthday "extra special" seems maybe just a bit greedy on my part. It's not like getting older is a huge accomplishment these days, after all. Especially not with all the advances in modern medicine. haha
All the same, this is my first birthday in Australia, so maybe it does deserve just a little bit of extra attention and reflection.