[What Do You See?]
This year’s birthday was … way better than expected.
But this was one of the years that I totally lowered those expectations.
Anything was possible.
And that made all the difference.
I think.
But first the news:
- Second person catches Covid-19 from a mink, minister is ‘preparing measures’
- DON’T BE AFRAID TO GET TESTED FOR CORONAVIRUS, EVEN WITH A SNIFFLE: HEALTH SERVICE
- Almost 9.000 renters face problems meeting monthly rental payments
I used to celebrate my birthday for the entire month of May. And then a close friend died and her funeral was near enough or on my birthday that it became something to be shunned. A month of mourning.
The same thing happened to New Year’s Eve for the same reason.
It often comes down to perception.
For the first pregnancy, I read up on quite a few possibilities before giving birth. Read a ton of books and read entirely too many opinion pieces on the internet. Which, frankly, I’m not sure I’d recommend. But. Going into the actual giving birth bit, I had a very open mind. Anything could happen. I had done everything I could. The doctors were there. I trusted the hospital, the health care system, and the staff. I could die. My child could die. But it was also possible that absolutely nothing could go wrong.
Anything was possible.
It was a fairly smooth delivery all things considered.
For the second pregnancy, I tried not to read as much. And that was okay. But going into the actual giving birth bit, I ASSUMED that it would be pretty similar to the first time. No big deal.
I was so wrong.
It was quite traumatic.
Maybe more than it needed to be – because of expectations.
But part of those expectations arrived because I had previously given birth and every birth everywhere is exactly the same #AMIRITE
This birthday, this year, has never happened before. I’ve never had a birthday during a pandemic. I had no expectations.
Anything was possible.
And it was good.