Dance, Fart & Eat Tacos

My birthday is this week and I think it’s a big deal.  It’s not because I think I’m a big deal; I think birthdays are a big deal generally.  Every other holiday is about somebody else or something else; whereas the anniversary of the day you were born is all about celebrating you and life.

Many frequently say how precious it is to be alive; but it seems like most folks don’t truly “get it” until after Henry throws his back out doing a Que spin with his old college roommates, or Jackie is prescribed diabetes medicine, or Frank’s cholesterol numbers are higher than his 401K balance, or the famous singer whom we’d been crushing on since 7th grade dies.  It’s only then that folks understand that this living gig could truly end at any moment.

It can; so, I live accordingly.

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