Always, without fail, every year. It is my Birthday month, I’m a Capricorn, but I can honestly say I can’t remember coming through January and thinking “What a great month that was”
In my sixty-two years I can remember maybe a couple of spectacular birthdays, but most of them have been blighted in some way. Wars’, death, illness. This year my birthday was OK, not brilliant, but no one died and no countries were attacked. On January 19th I had a pretty spectacular day. Hair apt, shopping (the fun kind), drinks with friends, food from the best Food Truck in Colorado “On the Hook”. Seriously best fish and chips this side of the Atlantic. Then, out of nowhere I’m hit with the works bacterial kidney infection I’ve ever had!!!! WHY? JANUARY ALWAYS MAKES ME SUFFER!
My birthday is behind me. Now I just have to survive the January Jitters.
It is an uncomfortable month for me and I don’t know the real reason. I live in Colorado, so it can’t be lack of sun. January in Colorado is beautiful, even when its cold.
January is a quiet month, maybe that is the problem. My house is quiet. No unexplained footsteps, no premonitions, no shadows on the stairs. I miss my uninvited visitors!
Why don’t they visit me in January?
To read about my premonitions and visitations, click on the links below.
Watch out for my upcoming novel ‘Dead of July’ which will be released in late Spring.
Birthday memories can be good and bad. I love to make other people’s Birthday’s special, but over the years I have started to dread mine….silly but here is why. It started in when I was a kid. Things were just ‘off’ on my birthday. One year, when I was nine, my mum even forgot my birthday. She was a single mum struggling to make ends meet, who could blame her? When she finally remembered she bought me a bicycle pump….I guess I needed one.
The first major catastrophe was in 1991 when the Americans launched a devastating air assault on Iraq and Kuwait. I know it needed to happen, but it scared me. I thought it meant the beginning of another world war. The air assault was on January 16, 1991. The day before my Birthday. I couldn’t get it out of my mind.
Not sure if it was the following year, but the next awful thing I heard about on my birthday
was the death of my husband’s aunt. Not sure if she died on January 17th, but that is when we got the phone call.
In 2003 I attended the funeral of my best friend’s husband on January 17th. It was an emotional
Military funeral. A wonderful memory of his life!
So you see I am always a little apprehensive when my birthday rolls around.
I have had some wonderful birthday’s too, made special by my quirky husband and incredible daughter, so I am thinking positively from now on.
Fantastic people were born in January. David Bowie, Elvis, even Jesus is a Capricorn, so I need to stop worrying about bad birthdays and concentrate on having good ones.