Today is my birthday. I don’t particularly think about celebrating it, but observing it makes sense to me.

When I was a kid birthdays had a lot of power to hurt me. Back when I allowed myself the luxury of gathering up wrongs done to me and holding them close like little treasures to be taken out and marveled over in the dark and held against those I imagined had done those wrongs to me. Christmas worked that way too. If I didn’t think I had gotten enough or hadn’t gotten exactly what I had wanted than I held that "Wrong" against someone in particular and the "World in General."

You learn these things, these habits, from observing the people around you but to un-learn them you are pretty much on your own. So this birthday I am going to give myself a present, a really big one. I am going to let go of all these "Wrongs" I have perceived done to me and start anew, free of bad feelings held toward anyone. They were, after all existing only in my mind, and certainly mine to do with as I please. So for the last time I will take out these treasures and inspect them carefully then let them go free to wander the cosmos or dissipate into the nothing from which they were made. I’ll have to do this as they come to me as for the moment I can’t think of a one.

Uncle Dave