Bleah

[ithildin]

I hate my birthday. It's a long standing tradition to hate it, but this year, I seemed to have been lulled into a false sense of cheery good feelings about it. Till tonight. Now I remember why it's a stupid day that isn't worth acknowledging. Note to self: don't get suckered in next year! Considering how crashingly depressed I am right at this moment, by Sunday, I should be a complete basket case. Go me.

Comments

[robi-travels.livejournal.com]

"Sometimes by expecting things to be bad, we perpetuate it."

I agree, I use to hate birthdays, not because of getting older, I actually love the age I am and want a few more year under me, but because I use to focus on all I did not have or did not accomplish. When I stopped that, and focused on what I did have, health, family, friends, a job (even if it was one I did not like), a roof over my head, etc., things changed. It was then I was able to "treat' myself on my birthday.

Some years that meant cooking for family and having them over for dinner. Others is meant going away alone or with friends. A few it meant sleeping and doing nothing but watching TV or reading. I celebrated me, for me, with me.

Feel better. Focus on your positive life events.

Roberta