Today is my 48th birthday…and Easter Sunday. My birthday has fallen on Good Friday several times over the nearly-half-century; but this is the first time I remember it falling on Easter.

Incidentally, this year is the first time in 33 years (because it only happens every 33 years that Easter, Passover and Ramadan all fall at the same time. Furthermore, this is the first time, in my lifetime at least, that my birthday and all 3 of the aforementioned holidays all fall together.

Last night, I finally went out with The Froy. We met on match and have been talking for a few weeks, we would have met sooner, but she had a surgery and with Covid precautions, she kind of laid low for a couple weeks. She’s still in the mend now, as it is.

I was a little nervous, which tells me that I was excited. Like with anything else in my life, whether it’s public speaking, or a job interview, whatever, I get nervous because I care.

We had a good time. It was easily the best first date I’ve been on in a long time. I was a little nervous, which tells me that I was excited. Like with anything else in my life, whether it’s public speaking, or a job interview, whatever, I get nervous because I care. I’m optimistic, but still guarded.

With my birthday falling on Easter, I can’t help feeling a little like Samantha Baker in Sixteen Candles”. Granted, no one has forgotten my birthday – as far as I can tell – but I still have to share it with the holiday. Truth be told, I’d rather my birthday fall on a weekday than a holiday. I really feel for people whose birthday is July 4th, Christmas or even St Patrick’s Day.

I feel like birthdays are supposed to be a time of reflections, or even looking to the future. Today however I have my mind on the present; as Qui Gon Jinn would say “I’m being mindful of the living Force”.

At the same time, if I’m going to get upstaged on my birthday, getting upstaged by the resurrection of Jesus ain’t bad. Seriously, where am I gonna go from here?