Believe it or not, I’m supposed to be celebrating another milestone in that timeline known as “getting older” soon. I am struggling with this though. It’s not even a number that’s considered important in the scale of celebrating a particular date in the calendar.
I’m struggling with it in part because there isn’t the magic there – no build up, no excitement. I’m not even convinced that its going to be much of an event on the day. I didn’t even realise it was approaching until someone reminded me yesterday – it still feels like its an age away.
My point in all of this is that pretty much I suspect this year is going to be just cake in the office and a few messages on my Facebook wall. I guess actually I should be grateful I got this far enjoying each year as much as I could. I don’t even know why I’m missing the magic – I hate being the centre of attention when it comes to blowing out the candles.
I think it is probably down to a simple fact.
I’m getting old and very possibly grumpy.