No matter what, a birthday is never celebrated enough. It could be that as children it is one of the biggest moments of the year. Every year a new milestone reached. Children go up to complete strangers simply to state the event of the day,
“Its my birthday, you know.”
Adults ohh and ahh giving the birthday kid much deserved attention.
So what is an adult birthday? Is it sand in your breakfast, drool on your work desk and paddling through a crowd at dinner? Or the classic movie scene of crying in the street in your pretty dress mud up to your teeth?
It’s all on the perspective.
I did eat sand with my breakfast, sand left by a sushi picnic at the beach the night before. A lunch with my son and husband at work brought the drool to my workplace. Finally at dinner, I paddled through the crowd in a seafood restaurant wearing a captain’s hat while they sang the happy birthday song. Overall, I could write, “It was an embarrassing day throughout.” Instead I’ll say, for all of your adult birthdays, I hope you get to eat sand and like it too.
A peaceful morning begins with a slow walk to the ramp, where the object of your adventures sleeps.
Covers removed before flight
Propeller cleared of obstructions
No dents or scratches to the fuselage
Wings spread out in welcome
Rudder lock removed and cleared
Windshield wiped of all the buggies
Gassed up and ready to go
Taxiing to the end of the runway, the air calls your attention and the morning truly begins. Full power, airspeed alive, ailerons to the wind and add some back pressure.
Suddenly, the stall horn interrupts my peace, blaring in my ears and I realize I’m not lifting an airplane from the ground, I’m lifting a baby with another exhaust leak.
Negativity, my nemesis. We face each other in combat on day-to-day circumstances. A simple question, interaction or gesture can shoot off rockets of doomsday blaring above me.
She’s tall where I am not. Her hair flows curls like streams of black rivers. Her form more perfect than mine. Her lips perky, puckering in soft red petals. Her emotions rise and fall but she could never be wrong and could never be apart from fear. She answers first, she angers easily and throws the first fist in the air or any direction she could swing her perfect arms. She is my negativity, my enemy.
Fighting against her leaves me ragged, worn out and often times with depression (another nemesis for another time). I walk away from her screams and for a moment see the light. I draw my mind into the things that are good and filled with peace. She begins to starve. She stumps away and I can rest until we meet again.
His devilish diaper went on strike. Overused and tired from the constant pressure to hold on, it let go.
It let go from its usual grasp, sliding down, over mounds of pudginess. Overcoming the obstacles placed by a wiggly babe, it was free to allow a fountain to flow. The sleeping sack could not contain the flowing rivers, neither could the bedspreads. So we awake to a sleeping child with a cloth diaper hanging by one side and a new load of laundry awaiting.
Whether mind boggling or mind blogging, there are a million thoughts that run through my mind. To begin with, why have I started this blog? Simply put, to write. I am a writer and I desperately fail to write. How does one say you are one thing but don’t follow through with it? Very easy, by simply adding things to your life that do not add a greater meaning to who you are. So here we are, a blank page for me to fill and entertain the thoughts of making my ordinary life into the fantasy life I’d like to live in.
Thanks for reading!