I have historically sucked at celebrating my birthday!
I spent nearly 15 years cleaning my room on my birthday. Sounds crazy, but it became a tradition of sorts. I spent every birthday between age 30 and 35 regretting the choices of my early 20's. I have ruined every surprise party ever attempted on my behalf.
When I turned 36, I finally felt I was where I should be (my 36th birthday post is a must read if you enjoy stories about manic birthday syndrome).
Today, I turned 37! It didn't even really cross my mind lastnight. I really don't dread the aging process as I did before. However, I do reflect on who I was, what I am, and what I shall become. I had to think back a bit about that room cleaning tradition.
My birthday had become the day that I looked through my old clutter, reflecting on the life lived prior to that day. I tidied my otherwise chaotic mess and relished over my newly acquired control. Usually, the next day began a year long restoration of chaos and mess in my life.
This year, I don't do anything. I seriously do nothing! I am running from nothing; hiding from nothing,; dreading nothing!
So How Am I Celebrating:
It's just that! I am celebrating. I am not running, hiding, or dreading celebrating. I am not withdrawn in my room, distracted by cleaning, but hanging with my family and soaking up the wonders of having one. I am the happiest I have ever been!
My birthday wish is for all of you to find that same pleasure in life.
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