as you get older, birthdays seem to have less significance.
well, at least for me.
32 years ago at 10:24 am I finally marked my place in this world. from what I’ve been told, it was a struggle starting 62 days beforehand in the womb. My poor Mom lying flat on her back for those 62 days or so, only to be cut open to get me out. all 6 lbs. 2 oz. of me.
this year pretty much marks the first time in awhile I haven’t planned a show with some friends’ bands or some sort of party to mark the ocassion. I just haven’t been very social and haven’t felt like it much.
I have the hospital band that was on my ankle when I was born. I can just fit two fingers in it, hard to believe I was that little, my ankle was just less than an inch around.
It’s also pretty telling that my newborn picture has me red-faced, about to scream with my hands on my head. It was all too overwhelming from the get-go!