MY BIRTHDAY EVE

As I sit here on the eve of my birthday, I fight the temptation to reflect and and conger up something profound. It is obvious that nothing truly significant happens as the clock hits 12:00am officially adding another year, making me another year older. Technically, as one minute flows into the next I can only age one minute at a time but we still place tremendous significance on the adding of another year to our Driver's License. We celebrate the day, sometimes becoming elated and other times depressed. This seems especially true when we arrive at those so-called "decade" milestones such as 30, 40, 50 and so on! It's almost as if we place far too much importance on the ticking clock as it reaches specific plateaus. All of this is certainly compounded by the commercialization of the birthday event by the selling of cards, candy, flowers and the like. all aimed at making a buck. Actually, lots of bucks are made by that imaginary line that is crossed by us all as the clock passes from 11:59pm to 12:00am every year on the eve of our birth day.
Ironically, the clock did just pass midnight several minutes ago officially transforming me from 52 to 53 years of age and I didn't feel a thing. Hmmm, interesting!

EXPECTATIONS

You would think by know that I should have learned my lesson concerning having expectations when it involves other people. I still combat daily those expectations that I have regarding myself and fail miserably every know and then. Add other people to the equation and I tend to be let down even as I continually lower my expectations again and again.
I usually have the same inner conversation stating the there must be other people that are sincere and willing to behave accordingly. This conversation also contains the commitment to perservere in my search for those apparently rare individuals who are worthy of my trust and respect.
The above revelation comes as a result of the unexplained disappearances of a couple of my Mastermind Group members. I say "unexplained" because they just opted to not show up, not call and not callback concerning our weekly scheduled meetings. I can easily digest people having changes of mind but what I cannot and will not stomach is the discourtesy of not conveying their intentions.
IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK?
I THINK NOT!!!
My resolve is to continue my search and shake off the bitterness that haunts me form the past. For if I did bring the cancer of past resentments to my future relationships then I will surely fail before I even begin.
Wish me luck!