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January 14, 2003
Thirty-two
Happy New Year. I know what you're thinking... that it's been the new year for well on 14 days and nights, and what the hell am I talking about? So my birthday is tomorrow and that always makes me reflect. I will be thirty-two. Thirty-two years of Tim. I don't know how it happened. I mean, I know how THAT happened... I just don't know how I've been here 32 years. I used to think things that were over thirty were so old. All the teachers I had in grade school were my age back then. I used to think they had all the answers, and they did (Teacher's Editions, you know) but I always thought their life was so easy. I know better now. It was easy then. I had clothes and food and transportion and not much was missing. Now, I have clothes and food and transportaion and it costs a bloody fortune. Not that I'm complaining. Actually, I'm so glad I'm now over thirty. I claimed at the time to have had a hard time with it, but I really didn't (methinks my penchant for Drama might have kicked in). I love getting older and being taken more seriously. All of that continues, and I'm so very happy to be alive and well and happy. I've often thought that mothers should be celebrated on birthdays. I mean, honestly, on the day I was born, she did all the work... and yet, you give ME presents for being born? I mean... I'm glad for the gifts, but really, it was MOM who did the hard stuff... I just cried a lot and... um... you know... baby stuff. To the casual observer, my life probably looks easy. I guess, in some ways, it has been. I've had my share of problems though... some of them quite severe and dire. But they have always been tempered by the unconditional love my family holds for me. No matter how depressed I got, I never ever forgot that. And when I needed their help, they were there to give, and to give generously. So what does the next year hold? A lot, actually. I'm on the host committee for JournalCon in Austin. I am slated to become President of the Bears. I have a few trips and such planned, and I have some goals and stuff I planned out last night. And I'm going to get better. I don't know specifically how I'm going to get better, but I am. Because life keeps getting better, dragging me along with it. Posted by timbrat • 09:56 AM
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happy early birthday. =) so what's the deal with journalcon? is it strictly for austin bloggers or can us north texans participate? Posted by: anna on January 14, 2003 01:16 PM
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TIM! Hope your day is good and fun! Actually, I hope your every day is good and fun - but today should be good and fun and you'd get to wear a cute pointy hat. And then post pictures for the rest of us. :) Posted by: Kimli on January 15, 2003 12:29 PM
Happy B-day Tim! Hope its a great one! Posted by: MarkDallas on January 15, 2003 04:41 PM
Happy birthday, hope you had a good one! -Lea Posted by: Lea on January 16, 2003 10:58 AM
Happy (belated) birthday! That's a good day for a birthday- one of my best friends, an old boyfriend, and my mortal enemy (if I cared enough to classify her as such) all share your birthday. Tis a good day. Posted by: Robyn on January 17, 2003 09:38 PM
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