You say it's your birthday...

It's my birthday tomorrow. Yay! Birthday! I have always liked birthdays, though the last few years I've been uncharacteristically apathetic about the whole thing (well, I've felt that way about a lot of things, but that is beside the point). I look forward to my birthday each year, even if I haven't gone out of my way to do something big.

This year I am turning 27. Now don't panic. This isn't one of those whiny "Oh, I am getting so old, poor me" pieces because I really hate that. I'm only 27 for crying out loud. It's just weird. My late 20's. Not my early or even mid 20's anymore. Late 20's. Getting close to 30. Weird.

Something that brought all this really clearly in focus was the 20th anniversary of the eruption of Mount St. Helens. I remember that happening really clearly when I was a kid. It couldn't have been 20 years ago. 20 years ago I would have been only... 7? Wow, 7 is plenty old enough to remember things. Weird.

I don't think I became truly sentient until about 6 or 7 because I really don't remember very much from my young childhood. I know it wasn't traumatic. I'm sure I just wasn't paying attention. Now that I am getting old enough that something from 20 years ago is clear in my memory, it is a little freaky.

I still tend to think of high school as a couple years ago when in actuality it was 9 years ago. Theovis and I have been together for 6 years, married 3½. I've been doing massage therapy for almost 4 years. All this time has just whooshed by. People always said that time speeds by faster and faster as you get older. They weren't lying.

What the heck is this rant about? I don't really know. I'm not really ranting, anyway. More like musing.

I ususally have an identity crisis about this time of year and have to radically change something about myself, usually from an appearance standpoint. Previous years I've chopped my hair, gotten tattoos and changed my glasses right around my birthday. This year I tried a strawberry-blonde colour in my hair which was a flaming disaster. Yikes! I quickly returned it to a more moderate reddish tone, so like my usual colour that no-one has even noticed. I also chopped a couple inches off my hair with no remarks from anyone. I hope people just aren't being polite.

My birthday plans? Well, I'm going to work (woo hoo!), then we are probably going to an indy wrestling show. I'm flying out obnoxiously early Saturday morning to attend Massage Therapist's Association meetings in Vernon, BC for 2 days before coming home to WWF Raw Is War, live at GM place on Monday. Next Saturday night Theovis and I will use a very generous gift certificate he got for a fancy-schmancy restaurant and will paint the town red to really celebrate by birthday. Hopefully I won't be painting the town technicolour after too many chocolate martinis.