It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. Well without being a complete hypocrite, I'd like to preface this post by saying I don't like attention being drawn to me about my birthday. And unlike people wishing me a Happy New Year or asking me how my Christmas was, I actually appreciate people wishing me a Happy Birthday. I always think it's genuine, and that's cool with me.
So every birthday I stop to think if this one is any different than the previous ones. While it's early in the year, I tend to always have plans and goals to achieve that's aligned with the New Year and my birthday. I don't make bonafied resolutions, because that sets me up for failure. Weird I know. I just find resolutions as something I should be doing and not announcing to everybody. There are things though I want to do and achieve. I use my birthday as the measuring line. Let's say I'm not happy. Failed and unfinished projects are at the top of the list from 2009. Back to the drawing board. Live and learn. Cliche cliche cliche.
People ask me what I want for my birthday. When I was a kid if I got socks or underwear I was pretty disappointed. Now, I would like socks and underwear, and that would make me very happy.
Anyways another year older and deeper in debt. I think that's how the song goes.