My first ballot for U.S. President was cast in 1992. I was excited to enter the polling place for the first time. That particular political season and race was electric and dynamic too.
The 1992 election was also when I emerged as the family member with a different political and sometimes religious leaning than the rest of my relatives.
With that revelation, I further cemented my black sheep status.
A black sheep. Standing out from the rest.
The last two years, I have had special birthdays. In 2011, the celebration lasted two weeks. I received a surprise party, a work party, cards and gifts including a scuba dive tool (aka knife I strap to my leg like a pirate). Later that month there was a huge birthday dinner during a scuba dive trip. Then on the boat, my fellow divers dumped chocolate syrup and masa flour over my head. I smelled DELICIOUS.
Last year, my sister Renee’ and her husband Eric took me to Las Vegas for dancing, ziplines, yummy food, and good times.
This year, I had nothing planned. And the best thing was that I didn’t care. In the past, I would have been sad and lonely about that fact. I would have taken my lack of plans as a sign that no one cared.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XsYJyVEUaC4
Oh how silly of me to think that. I realize now the only person responsible for me is me.
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