Déardaoin, Meán Fómhair 28, 2006

25

I don't make a big deal out of it because...I just don't.
Right now I just want some sleep, but in the morning I'll go to work, then I'll have practices and then I'll probably sleep. It's not a big day, but it is one more year. One more year of experience. One more year of knowledge. On more year of things left undone. One more year of things never forgotten. One more year of travel. One more year of hope. One more year of seeing where God has placed me. One more year of moving forward. One more year alone. One more year full of friends new and old. One more year of encouragement. One more year. I'm not guaranteed another one, but if I had to leave I think I'd be content. But for now I'm not content, there is much to be done and I am looking forward to every new day. I tend not to celebrate the day becuase to me it's just like every other day, one more chance to get it right, and that is the best gift I could ask for. This is the end of year 25 and the begining of year 26...bring it on. I'm ready for you.

Happy freakin' birthday to me.

A.T.H.

2 comments:

Amy said...

joyeux anniversaire, mon ami! :)

Kristen said...

Happy Birthday! You're a quarter of a century old! I'm sure the actual day was better for you than it was for me when I hit it. My boss made me cry that day and then asked me what my problem was, besides I was having a bad day and it was my birthday. She was a nazi.