Somewhere between the birthday wishes, the cakes and the presents…I’ll probably find a quiet little corner to reflect on the number of years that have gone by. I keep telling myself, “It’s just a number.”
I’ve spent more than half those years happily married. I have three wonderful children. I’ve moved across country from the east coast to the west and then back again. I’m blessed to have friendships that have lasted since elementary school and I’ve also been blessed with the pain of letting of some friendships go – they’ve all made me who I am today, so I’ve made my peace with that.
I’ve had successes and failures. I’ve had money and been broke. I’ve had my share of fights and wonderful memories that could fill dozens of scrapbooks. And every single moment becomes the threads of a rich tapestry that defines ME.
Those moments in time shape my characters, weave through plots and allow me to tell a tale that is uniquely mine.
It’s my voice. So tonight, while I sit at my dining room table surrounded by my family, I’ll attempt to blow out my candles before the fire department needs to be called to douse the blaze. Today I celebrate not only a number, but all the moments I am grateful for that have crafted the life I love.
“I am more and more convinced that our happiness or unhappiness depends far more on the way we meet the events of life, than on the nature of those events themselves.” ~ Baron Alexander von Humboldt
So what do you think? Do the big number birthday’s scare you or do you embrace them?