My birthday is coming up. As expected, I get the “What do you want for your birthday?” query. Amazingly, people are aghast when I tell them, “Nothing”.
Well, I don’t need anything. I’ve got a home, a wonderful family, and fantastic friends. We’re not rolling in dough, but we can afford the occasional splurge on a trip or pizza (yes, ordering in pizza is a splurge to me).
I’ve realized that as I get older, I don’t need anymore things. Yes, clothing needs to be purchased every season and certain items will need to be replaced as they break down. But, I don’t need anymore superfluous doodads that may come from the heart but just take up valuable space in my condo.
What I want are experiences. I want to just spend time with friends and family. We may be connected more with our smart phones and computers, but I find that we don’t actually talk anymore. We don’t share enough.
I’ll be the first to admit that I prefer to text or BBM someone instead of calling them. But,if you want to go for a coffee? I’m there with bells and whistles.
So instead of getting jewelry or a new electronic gadget for my birthday, I’ll be chilling in a bar with my peeps watching grown men beat the crap out of each other on Pay-Per-View.
Mind you, I’ll be expecting something HUGE for my fortieth!