Why is it so many of us hate birthdays?
I've always been rather agnostic about my birthday. I like getting presents and eating cake, whatever the occasion, but when you are an adult, a birthday never feels like a day to celebrate for some reason. It's probably because for many of us, it's just another day and reminds us of our age and of all the negative physical aspects of aging.
That's why I was pleasantly surprised when I saw on Facebook yesterday a post by a friend of mine that started with the words "Happy Birthday to Me". She shared that she was celebrating another year, another day, another opportunity to enjoy life, and was so thankful for all the blessings in her life.
It was so refreshing to see someone truly embrace their birthday and its true meaning: a celebration of being alive.
So this year, I've decided I'm going to celebrate my birthday, not with balloons or cupcakes or presents (although a Dairy Queen ice cream cake would be scrumpdillyicious).
I'm going to celebrate me...still here, still dreaming, still contributing, still loving, still planning my next adventure, still laughing, still alive.
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