Well, today is mine. And I'm just. not. feeling. it.
I've never really enjoyed my birthday as much as it feels like I'm supposed to. When I was a single person (off and on in my adult life) I enjoyed taking the day off from work and just doing something that pleased me like going for a hike or someplace I had always wanted to visit locally, but never had. Just the day to myself. I like my own company. My daughters have never made a big deal about my birthday because I always played it down. But now, as an older adult, my birthday brings dread and mild depression. It's not the aging factor; I struggle with being in the spotlight. Like I'm supposed to pretend to feel so special today of all days.
Today has been totally planned out for me. Instead of being delighted, I'm dreading it. Two chatty friends are having me over for lunch and I predict I will be exhausted by the end of it. One of them told me to plan 4 hours! Then my husband wants to take me out to dinner. Then tomorrow my sister wants to take me to breakfast because today is full.
I already (now that I'm retired) spend most of my days doing as I please. Why am I dreading my birthday so much? Why does there have to be such a big deal over birthdays? Does anyone else feel this way? Is there something wrong with me? Is it because I'm getting old? Am I letting the news of the day drag me down? (Another thread altogether---but it does concern me).