So, I'm kind of freaking out right at the moment.

Next week. 7 days from today.Thursday. June 2nd.

I will be another year older.

Honestly I had forgotten about it until a co-worker asked what day it was next week (he is the 'birthday' brigade that puts decorations all over your cube).

I suck at birthdays. No really I do. I have had some good birthdays over the years. My mom has gone out of her way to make them special. The ones that stick out in my mind are the birthdays that where  'over-shadowed' by some event or something.

It is really sad though, that those are the ones I have committed to memory. This year's birthday has hit me like a ton of bricks I have never felt before.......

The constant factor in all of those birthdays was me.

I am heading into the years where I need to make it count... I can't throw away these years. I can no longer  allow them to be tainted with just a tiny bug on the windshield.

Dang it! I am going to make them count. I am going to take all my lists of things for the 'future' and I am going to make them lists of things I want to do today.

Starting with.... Celebrating where I have come from, where I am going and most importantly WHERE I AM!

No more wigging out. I am taking control of my life. Starting with my birthday.