Having your cake and wearing it too...
I use to not care about my birthday. I guess a part of me still doesn't give it its just deserts, but as the years continue to go by they are increasingly starting to kind of matter again. You know when your a child, it's sort of a big deal. Birthday parties and maybe a gift or two or ten. The knowledge that your getting closer to being a teen or closer to being able to legally buy a brew. Then for me a void happened. I couldn't care less. I in fact purposefully tried to avoid any special outings or events. Shrugged off ideas to do the shit "BIG", and when asked how my bday was, I wasn't lying when I would say, "It was aight...". It was just aight.
Now I can get into the reasons why that which did matter dissipated, but that is for another sharing episode. I will simply say that nothing changes without you making the change. This year I ate some cake and wore more of it while doing what I absolutely love to do. And after wiping vanilla frosting off of my eyelids and finally opening them to look around, I was able to actually see all the love around me. How sweet it is.