Because I am a "Christmas Baby", I have always felt a need to fight for my day's time to shine. Looming on either side are the major holidays of the year. And squeezed in between, just poking out of the wrapping paper and the piles of dirty dishes, is this little day, the 29th. And so I elbow my way to the top and demand that it is special! And to make it special I plan and plot and script and pack the day full of everything good. All the things, all of the day. But this year I felt slightly annoyed to have one more thing to celebrate during this week of gatherings. And so I planned one thing for the day - dinner with my ladies - and left the rest to chance. Or rather, to circumstance. I woke to the rain. Ok, no hike. I'll go to yoga. After yoga I opened presents from Sarah and a card from my Gramma. $100 bucks! Right then Sarah and I decided to make a trip to Powell's and buy books! What a treat! And something I would never do on any other day and without special birthday money to spend. I bought Jonathan Franzen's How To Be Alone and The Discomfort Zone, Denis Johnson's Tree Of Smoke, Tobias Wolff's This Boy's Life, Louise Erdrich's Shadow Tag, and a sci-fi book recommended by Luke called A Fire Upon The Deep by Vernor Vinge. I am in literary heaven. Speaking of reading, I cracked open last year's journal to see what I hoped to accomplish in my 37th year and whether or not I did it. Only two goals:
1. Stop worrying my Dad. 2. Grow-up and evolve.
I was surprised to see the first one. And the second. And I think they are actually the same goal from two perspectives. And I think I can check them off the list. Right Dad? Or maybe grown-ups don't have to ask that question, they just fucking cross it off the god damn list. Strike. Done. New goals coming up!