Or at least it should be on your birthday. Today is mine, and I turn 39 years old. What amazes me about this is that I don’t feel like I ever really age; I just have more experiences. Maybe it is because I don’t have kids and move fairly frequently that there are no real mile markers of growing older.
Except the annual birthday.
Tonight I’ll host my own birthday party. In addition to what you’d expect – food, wine, and cake – there will be a reverse gift exchange.
Instead of buying me birthday gifts, my friends will be “shopping” through my birthday boutique of favorite possessions – 39 of them – and making a donation to our trip fund.
What started out as a brilliant idea to further downsize is starting to make me a little queasy. Yes, I want to streamline my possessions so I can travel full time. But can’t I keep the leather boots? My hat collection? Or that funky cocktail ring?
The answer is no, and I know that. And what better way to let treasured things go than to know they are going to be cared for by a good friend?
So I’ll be sucking it up tonight, enjoying my last birthday in Seattle with people I love, and watching my lucky cowboy hat leave on someone else’s head. It will be a tough night, but a good one.
Hey, maybe I am finally reaching a mile marker of adulthood.
UPDATE: Want to know how it went? Click here.