Tried to go kayaking yesterday. Drove to three separate parks with water access after work and all three were closed. Looks like I'm stuck with dry-land workouts for the next few weeks still. My birthday is coming up, and I have no idea what I want to do. There's the 'Dinner and symphony' option. The 'EDM show in Detroit' option. The only thing I really want is to hang out with my old friends, but because we all graduated and got jobs all over the freaking planet, that's really not doable. With the exception of last years excitement, my birthdays of the past several years have been really really unmemorable and unsatisfying, and I think it's dulled my ability to take pleasure in the event. I'll be glad to not be 23 anymore, but that's really it. I need to take fun more seriously.
I think one should celebrate one's self. Walt Whitman style. He was counting birthdays: And what I assume you shall assume, For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you. I loafe and invite my soul, I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass. My tongue, every atom of my blood, form’d from this soil, this air, Born here of parents born here from parents the same, and their parents the same, I, now thirty-seven years old in perfect health begin, Hoping to cease not till death. yes yes, celebrate yourself. It can be on your birthday or any other day of your choosing. (My brother's day was too close to xmas, so he celebrates it in June every year, six months later.)I celebrate myself, and sing myself,
I believe I do this every day, with the reading books and writing journals and doing pull-ups. In the last 365 days, the ones with special significance - days spent with old friends. days spent with grandparents. days spent reading one or two of the books that stand out for the year. birthday...? don't remember it.I think one should celebrate one's self