Hence this post’s title:
Last week, I called a gal pal for her birthday and we had a laugh about how shitty it was growing up with a birthday overshadowed by two of the, if not THE biggest holidays celebrated in the U.S.. maybe even the world. My family was notorious for combined gifts and empty promises of something special after that first check of the new year.
Anyway, friend asked what bday plans I’d made and I said something along the lines of nothing. I really don’t want to be bothered, punctuated with a lighthearted but-I’m-deadass chuckle. And she replied, in all seriousness, that I had to do sooomething and to get it together. ASAP. She wasn’t the only friend I’d turned my face up to with these instructions. Who made these rules?
But I did do sooomething: I woke up mad “late”, made some tea (or was it cocoa?) and got back into bed to binge on Ozark. I think I took a nap? Journaled. My mom called and insisted we do dinner or a late lunch or soooomething. I whined that I was
still in bed very, very busy and not yet ready to party so hard.
Insert more Ozark.
I did some online shopping (from bed) and scored an amazing discounted hand mixer and spatulas. Hunger finally helped me gain the will to get out of bed and into some decent clothes per mom’s orders. And y’all, I didn’t even have to convince her into buying me a plate to go and dessert. I spent some time with family and returned to, you guessed it: Ozark. I’m pleased to say my NYE was quite similar.
My point? Do you need a specific day to celebrate life? Is there only one way to celebrate? I say no and umm.. no. Shouldn’t we be loving on ourselves and each other so tough, so often that when a birthday or any holiday tries to trick us into doing some extra shit, there’s no need to jump, scramble for a gift and/or make plans? I love a good party, my folks, beaches, food and travel, but the simple me time felt celebratory. My rest. My music. My peace. My books and desk and sketchbooks. Did I mention Ozark?
It’s been a few years since I’ve done a major birthday sooomething; my obligations have just shifted.
Or maybe my upbringing has conditioned me to be a Jehovah’s Witness. These days, carving out and actually following through with Kelley time is a gift in itself. And necessary. With no apologies or bs excuses, I no longer feel obligated to celebrate or jump unless I really truly ABSOLUTELY feel like it. But that’s it. I’m not getting old, right??!
ANYwho, cheers to me. Cheers to you! Cheers to doing what feels best and getting ample rest. Thank you for being here. Thanks to WP for bringing us together. I hope you all had an amazing 2017 and plan to make even bigger waves in 2018! Or simply, welcome to the rest of your lives!
P.S. I’m cleaning up and clearing out my art shop, so everything is on sale! I hope to have all new pieces for the spring.. if I feel like it 😉