Yesterday was my birthday. Yes, I was born on the fourth of July but even more exciting than that is I got to live another year. A year of love, laughter and lots of adventures. My birthday is something I embrace and celebrate. Turning another year older is a blessing that not everyone gets to experience so I am thankful for all of my years.
Most of you already know that my Dad passed away far too soon. He was in his early thirties. Most of us have experienced loss and some of us have experienced a loss that occured far too soon in life. His passing has given me the benefit of realizing how finite life really is and how much we need to embrace living it with vigor.
Many years ago, so many years ago that I can’t even really remember when it exactly happened, I decided that having just one day to celebrate my time on this planet was simply not enough. Instead, I embraced the idea of a birthday week. And I love it.
My birthday weeks are not necessarily extravagant, usually it’s just a little something special each day to celebrate me. Chris gets a birthday week too and we both love planning fun things for each other.
Some people scoff at the idea of a birthday week (or month) saying it is excessive or self-indulgent. And maybe it is. But to that I say why not? Why not be a little excessive and self-indulgent when it comes to celebrating yourself and the years you have lived? Don’t most of us spend a majority of our time focusing on others, taking care of others, working at home or outside of the home etc? Would it be so wrong then to take whatever amount of time you feel fit to celebrate you? I don’t think so. Live it up. There is only one you and you are fabulous. Celebrate your time on this planet and take joy in the years you have lived. You deserve it.