I love birthdays - and not just in the traditional sense of revelry (admittedly I have a strong sweet tooth and adore any kind of positive attention). I love birthdays because of what they mean to me, which include but are never limited to:
...I have had the opportunity to enjoy another year's worth of experiences
...I have the opportunity to plan out even more adventures
...I am living in a decade of my life that is totally different from the one before
...I am about to embark on or am a year closer to one of my golden years (these are ages I identified earlier in life to be of significant and wonderful importance to me...thus far I've been right every time)
To me, birthdays symbolize what most people think of on January 1st...a new year full of new possibilities. That said, at the sassy age of 36 I fully expect to:
...spend 6 glorious months with my mother on a road trip
...fly in the heavens without an engine
...touch a whale
...find answers to some big questions I have
...write a book
...start my own business
...tingle from my head to my toes with excitement and awe
In a way, those are an awful lot of birthday presents and quite frankly - the best kind :) I am so blessed...so appreciative...so thankful...and open to all that the Universe has in store for me that I cannot see just yet. Amen and Hallelujah!
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