While my birthday plans do not include going here, being that I’m about to become this age I thought this would be a cool pic to put on this post. Photo courtesy of komando.com
THOUGH MY ACTUAL BIRTHDAY IS NOT FOR FIVE MORE DAYS (as of this writing), I’M GOING AHEAD AND POSTING MY THOUGHTS ABOUT IT NOW
Fifty-one is not fifty.
I’m fully aware of that and the fact that I’m not celebrating a milestone birthday like I did last year.
But that’s OK, because I reckon when one reaches their forties and fifties – and as the years advance, actually – one feels more and more grateful that another year has passed and they are still on this planet.
I certainly feel that way as my 51st birthday approaches this coming Monday; as always, I’m making it an extra special point to give thanks to God for allowing me to see 51 years on this Earth as an African-American male on the Autism Spectrum Disorder as soon as I wake up that morning.
Especially considering the times we are living in right now, with the leader of the free world who-must-not-be-named – remember, I vowed to never write the name of this country’s president on this blog when he was elected – and his “Make America Great Again” cap-wearing worshipers, I mean followers, intentionally trying to induce misery upon anyone who’s not exactly like them (Read: white, male, straight, wealthy, conservative, Christian, or any combination of those six attributes).
All right, enough about you-know-who!
The biggest thought about this upcoming birthday of mine is that on that day in 1978,
Exactly forty years ago to the day,
I undertook something significant that was a big event of my childhood and served as an influence on my life…
I went to Dodger Stadium for the very first time.
Yep, I spent the day I turned eleven watching my very first Major League Baseball game in the form of the Los Angeles Dodgers playing the Montreal Expos (now the Washington Nationals).
However, if you want details about that noteworthy day, sorry. I won’t share those details right here and now.
A poster detailing all the stuff that happened fifty-one years ago. Image courtesy of flickback.com
A complete description about spending my 11th birthday at that flagship baseball park will appear on this blog on Monday, my actual birthday, which I think is only appropriate to do.
In other words, I promise to tell all in five days.
For the time being, as far as birthday plans…
I’m definitely NOT planning any kind of big party; last year’s soiree, while enjoyable, was a one-time milestone thing that I have no plans of doing again until I turn 70 or 75 (God Willing).
To be honest, outside of writing about my first Dodger Stadium experience in the morning on this blog and SoCal Sports Annals, my sports fan blog (Here’s the link to that: http://www.socalsportsannals.wordpress.com ),
And eating Mexican food from a place where I have eaten since the mid-1970s along with birthday cake, I am not 100% sure what I’m going to do as of this moment.
But I do plan to enjoy the day, as anyone in that age group and beyond needs to do.
Ii will feel good to be above to celebrate another year living as a black man in America with Asperger’s, as it gives me a feeling of gratitude and survival.
While I’m definitely not trying to tell anyone what to do, anyone in their forties and up who’s on the autism spectrum in particular should feel glad and thankful every time their birthday approaches.
Why? Because despite any struggles, social or otherwise, that someone on the spectrum may have suffered through, the fact that they’re still here is something to be quite thankful for.
I know I’ll be sure to mention that to God in my prayers.
I also guess that the only thing left to say here is…
Happy Birthday To Me (five days early).
I hope it’s a good one.
And it goes without saying that I hope and pray to have many more birthdays before I’m through.
I don’t think I’m a limited edition, but I do like this picture. Image courtesy of teepublic.com