Birthdays should be celebrated not denied.
As someone who is reaching an age (okay, is probably well past the age) where people want to start “forgetting” their birthdays or lying about the number of birthdays they’ve had or whatever it is we do as we age, I’m going to buck the system. I’m 47 as of yesterday. I celebrated with dinner out and then froyo (we’re a wild bunch, us girls). I’m happy to see my 47th birthday as a relatively healthy individual with a happy marriage, a great little girl, strong family connections, etc. Not everyone gets 47 birthdays. None of us are promised a certain number and we don’t know what number will be our last. But, every year brings something new, something exciting, something fun, something hard, something boring, something old…and I don’t want to miss any of that.
So, I’m celebrating, not denying it. I had another birthday. My 47th. And life is pretty good and hopefully getting better. And I hope that those around me will have more birthdays to celebrate as well.
Here’s to your next birthday. May it be celebrated!