Mood.
Dear Me,
The older I get, the more I dislike my birthday. Too much attention, too much pressure (coming solely from myself), too much everything at the very end of a long holiday season.
That said, this morning Samina reminded me of the alternative, and I took a deep breath and realized she was absolutely right. I may not like the actual day, but I like the idea. I LOVE that it means I was given the opportunity ("blessed," if you like) to try this Life thing out for one more year. I survived a whole 'nother year! How amazing is that? I was healthy enough to have adventures, take trips, cuddle my not-really-babies-anymore, share knowing looks with my husband, spend quality time with family and friends, eat new food, see 365 sunsets, laugh at new (old) jokes, shower the people I love with love (©James Taylor), feel the sun on my face and unearth boundless wonder.
So, while the day itself still will probably make me squeamish and a little uncomfortable, I know I will feel endless gratitude too - for the chance, the breath, the life.
Happy 48th trip around the sun to me 💓
