I had the best day. Officially I turned 33 today, but hardly any mention was made of this fact. Instead, Babes took the day off, and we celebrated his 33rd birthday. (For he's a jolly good fellow!) I also sent a Facebook message to my darling cousin to congratulate him on his birthday. Then tonight, I phoned my sister (not An) to wish her a happy 29th. Oh yes, and a sweet day it was.
I will tell you why this made me so happy -
For the first three years of my life, I had a birthday all to myself. I don't remember any of those days. Then, for my fourth birthday, my parents kindly provided me with a baby sister. Which - great, you know. Only couldn't they have waited a day, or got in there a couple of days early? (She was induced.) From then on, my birthdays were spent in the shadow of my (lovely, blameless, entitled) younger sibling. One year (my family tire of this story, but I will keep telling it as long as I live), a whole lot of relatives visited our house with presents for my younger sister. That year, I got
- wait for it -
one pack of blank cassette tapes! Yeah baby - good times. I hated my birthday. Always.
Anyway. We moved to Scotland and one day at school I started inviting some people to my 17th birthday party. They, however, objected because one of their friends (not new to the school, so obviously more of a priority) had his birthday on the same day. "No problem," I proclaimed. "Bring him along!" The day arrived, we had some booze, next thing you know I'm married to this bloke. D'oh! Just when I escaped the joint-birthdays-with-sister I went and picked up someone else who came with the same inconvenience.
Three years ago, I finally saw the light. I simply moved my birthday to the 23rd of March. The benefits are multifold! I get to ignore my birthday completely, while giving Babes the birthday he deserves. I don't have to acknowledge my new age. I can gracefully wish my little sister happy birthday. (We're celebrating her at the weekend.) And, AND, a-a-and... next month, I get to have a birthday all to myself, which really isn't a birthday, so I don't have to mourn the passing of time or get scared of the grim reaper's approach. I just get to have the birthday I always wanted, without all the pressures of an actual birthday. Genius or what?
(*** Oh, and I have my very first ever guest post up at Be gay about it! ***)