...Not on paper, no. I can't exactly change when I escaped my mother's vag, nor can I realign those stars and quirky animals in the sky that'll tell me if I'll die to a DUI driver or be a social reject my entire life, BUT——I can choose a different date to celebrate it on! Something more interesting than a dull birthday in the dead of a February winter.
Just a few days ago I decided that my new "birthday", was going to be on the Fourth of July. Odd? Well, picture it.
A birthday celebration on a sandy beach in the late afternoon of an American summer where there's already this bit of magic in the air, the electric energy amplified because the whole nation is having a party. The sea water lapping at your feet while fireworks explode in the sky and the air whips your hair about. And alongside the salty smell of the coast, the smell of something meaty cooking on a fire pit wafts past your nose. The laughter and merry-making of your loved ones hanging about or splashing in the water. Sixties, Seventies, and Eighties music playing not too far away, not too close to disrupt the ambience of the sea. And then there's more colorful pops in the sky. Maybe your young cousin almost loses some fingers because he held on too long to the firecrackers that he just lit.
I don't live near the sea currently. But hopefully soon. I may make a tradition where every "birthday" of mine, I set off for a beach on some coast around the country with a friend.
I think I might actually enjoy my birthday for once this year.
