My birthday is this week. You know, I was really O.K. with being 50, or maybe I was just in denial (which can sometimes be a good thing). But, I was planning to have a quiet birthday weekend, chill at home, read a book, I don't know. Just try to relax like any other weekend... and then...
My (grown) son decides to have this big birthday shindig for me. Yes, that's sweet, and I love my son for wanting to do something nice for me. BUT — now, all the sudden, I'm feeling like maybe this is a big deal. Maybe turning 50 puts you into a new era, a different "generation," something. With this party thing happening, I have relatives coming in from out of town, people staying overnight at my house, planes, trains, and automobiles. Good Lord!
So, am I missing something? Is there something wrong with me? I really don't want a hoopla for my birthday, but I must go along with this big ordeal. I'm just praying there are no video tributes to my life, any speeches or anything that could potentially make me cry.
Are people thinking, "Well, we better go see Allie now, because we don't know how many more years she'll be here." Holy crap!
Personally, I think my sister (who is a "party" to this party planning and is 10 years older than me) is just happy that I'm this much closer to getting Senior Citizen Discounts with her. Which, by the way, I will never do. I will not be a card-carrying "senior" - ever! I don't care if they're paying me to take stuff.
Turning 50 is, I guess, better than the alternative.