Today I'm 41. People are sending me all sorts of sweet birthday wishes and thoughts and prayers and blessings. I'm honored and touched.
But I'm a weirdo (in case you hadn't noticed that already). I think it's strange to celebrate that I haven't died in the past 365 days. So I have to find more meaning to it than that.
I take the time to reflect on all the blessings in my life. The relationships that have come and some that have gone. The goals I have met, those I have not reached yet and those I have abandoned for new ones. I try to avoid the mirror lest I also notice that time is obviously moving across my face and other parts of my body (no, there will be no photos LOL). I reflect if I've made a difference in the world or left any kind of positive mark versus just carbon emissions and being a consumer. I think about the future and the journeys I haven't even dreamed of yet.
I'm left standing in amazement just like I do as I sit on the edge of the ocean and consider it's vastness.
But call me crazy ... Is it just me or shouldn't this be a celebration of my Mother? She did 9 plus months of hard work with the parasite (me) latched on to her. She did a day of hard labor to get me O U T. Then 18 plus years of raising me, loving me. And now the past years of being a mentor and friend.
So here's a shout out to YOU Mom. Thanks for life.
And finally, a tribute to God. You have dreamed of me before I was born, formed me in my Mother's womb, know every hair on my head. You know everything about me and love me anyway. So thanks for another spin.