It’s my birthday today and for the first time in many many years, I missed the exact time of my birth as I woke up late. It has been a kind of a ritual for me, singing happy birthday to myself at precisely on 20th March every year. I missed the exact time this year, but I did it anyway, at on my bed, half an hour late.
It’s no big deal really, but I can’t help but feel bad about it. It’s a ritual which I made up years ago. There is neither a cultural element nor any superstition attached to it. Yet, I feel like I have missed an opportunity of a lifetime. I have no idea why but I hope it’s not a bad sign of things to come.
Too many things are changing around me. I am in a bit of a whirlwind and I can’t get out of it. It’s dizzying and it’s getting out of control.
I have been ignoring things that are important to me and I get too wrapped up in the nitty-gritty that has no significant impact in my life rather than focusing on what’s important and life-changing. Prioritisation is not my strong suit, I tell ya that! I have projects lined out but I am unable to concentrate. Perhaps I need to abandon everything, take a year off and go travel the world. I dunno.
Ah well, life is hard, we all know that. But I’ll worry about it tomorrow. Today, I’ll just chill out a bit. I’m having lunch with a friend today, and thereafter, I’ll go on a shopping spree—that’s another ritual I do every year on my birthday and I sure as hell am not gonna miss this one!!
Happy birthday to me.