I’m someone who always dreaded birthdays, but probably not for the reason you’d think. I HATE attention. And I hate attention even more when I feel as though it’s for no reason. I still have PTSD from a surprise party my mom planned when I was younger because it was a lot of people yelling “Happy Birthday” at me and we were in a restaurant. Therefore of course the staff sang their version of Happy Birthday in front of the whole restaurant. Hated it. That sounds super ungrateful I know.
Well, it took 30+ years, and I’m finally understanding of why birthdays are something to celebrate. With all of the crazy stuff in the world (mass shootings, disease, car accidents, freak accidents) there truly is no guarantee that you’ll make it through the day, 365 of them. We gotta be grateful for each day we get to live and be with the people we love, even if they sing at you when you wish they wouldn’t.
Happy to report that I did not get sung at in front of a full restaurant tonight – just got a lot of love and appreciation from friends and family. Even if they had though, I’d still be grateful for still being on this journey that is life with all of my favorite people. Here’s to another great trip around the sun. Optimistically hopeful that I’ll get a whole lot more of them.
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