
I was bit melodramatic as a child. I may have perfected the the pout and the snit at an early age. I set impossibly high expectations for everything and then they weren't met. So I remember quite a few morose birthdays. I can't usually remember why I was sad but I associate my birthday with tears. By high school I would always wear black on my birthday -- a sort of mourning -- although I am not one of those people who lies about my age or has a problem getting older. I am more than willing to tell everyone my true age (but maybe that is because due to great genes I look younger and people rarely believe me.
So, as I started to get older I adopted the concept of the "birthday month" allowing time to spread out the celebrations and if you are sad and morose on your birthday, you get a "do over" for the rest of the month, instead of having ruined the thing for another year. So, here is to the start of the birth month celebrations. Oh, and hold old am I? 40.