Two days ago I turned 28. The magic of birthdays has gone a long time ago, but it is still a good excuse for feeling extra special, like you deserve some credit for making it this far.
The day started well of with morning-coffee and buns, lots of congratulations on different channels and when I went to my mailbox I found a very sweet card from my boyfriend and a copy of the not-yet released book about the Price brothers, courtesy of Gyldendal and my speedy fingers on their review-site. Initially I am thinking that their life has already been spilled all over DR’s channel 2 (+ the book is an upgrade from Lone Kühlmann’s previously released book about them) and not a lot of new insider stuff of interest can be crammed into the book, but I am hoping that I will be proven wrong.
Spending my afternoon half in the kitchen (no misogynistic comments please) and half on the internet, I managed to produce lots of food for my party in the evening AND score Karen Blixen’s ‘Winter’s Tales’ for my #fridaybook contribution on Twitter, and the whole thing just created a happy buzz for the day.
In the evening my friends came over in the best mood ever (thank you guys!) and we started the party off with a bubbly strawberry/pineapple drink, followed by food in profusion and even more bubbly. Then Jakob came in with the cake, covered in candles and I opened my gifts. We spent the whole night with lots of laughs and talk.
So, the day turned out to be… well, magical.
Today is my cousin’s 30th birthday. 30 years on this globe that’s ever spinning around the sun at a mind-blowing pace.
It is interesting that we put so much emphasis on defining some days and events as more important than other. 29 is totally boring, why bother mentioning it, unless it is to mark your last steps in the 20’s. To some cultures 18 is a big deal, while the same connotations circle around 21 in other cultures. We like years and dating events so much we have filled whole encyclopedia’s with them. It is fascinating that we (or some of us) equate current events with former ones, as if by power of likeness in numbers they have something in common. Or is it just the nostalgia? Does one particular date allow for reminiscence, that the day or month before or after could not afford? Do we need to pin point when we remember, say the birth of a new nation, or the assassination of Lincoln (which would be today, for all of the history lovers out there, yet technically he died tomorrow, 145 years ago!).
I suppose we won’t ever stop reminiscing or being nostalgic, and I think maybe we think ourselves a bit absolved when we honor and ceremonialize events we didn’t or couldn’t do better at. My tiny wish for the people of the world (hoping not to sound too much like a Miss World candidate) is that they from time to time open their eyes to the current events and do, not close them and think.
And to my cousin; a very happy birthday, with lots of gifts and celebration and reminiscence and nostalgia awaits hopefully, with many more to come 🙂