If I were to place a percentage of good versus the bad in the span of a year, I would have to say that the year is 90% good and 10% bad. The bad, as always, seems worse than it is.
With regards to that 10% bad, it can be further broken down to 7% during the holiday season (that being November to December) and the other 3% being this past week. Most interestingly is that it is this past week that tends upsets me more than the other 7%.
You see, this past weekend, was my birthday. I received one card from my family. I got birthday texts, but two of those felt like last minute “oh right, it is your birthday.”
It is how it has been for the past several years. At this time of year, I feel like an afterthought.
Sure, I can say that this year it was because of my grandmother’s death. However, every year, it is not one thing it is another. It is always something.
It hurts. I admit it does hurt.
Also, it is alright. I am okay with it. It is only one day. Sure, it is my birthday, but I have already had 41 birthdays prior to this one. I will have many more.
I am not really convincing, am I?