My birthday slips closer on little velvet cat feet, and people, especially my parents, have started asking me what I want this year. I haven't the faintest idea. I know I need to come up with some kind of list, but the truth is I don't know. There isn't any one item or object I've been yearning for (well, other than a big Hemi Charger, and I think it unlikely that I'll get that for a birthday gift), and anything small I have a tendency to pick up for myself all along.
What I really want for my birthday, of course, is not something that can easily be wrapped up. I'd like a clear sense of where I'm going in the next few years. Maybe somebody could give me a crystal ball of some kind. Alternately, I could also use a big compass with a needle that always points toward the right thing, the right people. Sometimes lately, I feel like I'm wandering a little lost.
Then again, maybe I'm just supposed to get a sense of contentment for my birthday. That won't be something I can get from anyone but myself. Maybe that's what I'll see about wrapping up for myself.
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