Yes, it's that time of the year again. My least favorite time of the year... When people I love sing to me. When I get presents, greetings, and compliments just because of this day. When I get to eat cake.
Sounds great, right? Well, not entirely. All of these things are wonderful, but this time of the year also brings about insecurities like: shouldn't I have my life figured out by now? Shouldn't I be this or that by now- and why aren't I?
I tend to wallow in my uncertainties around my birthday. Maybe it's because my birthday is so close to New Years Eve/Day? Yes, let's go with that.
This year, instead of wallowing again, I'm going to reconsider uncertainty as possibility. Instead of focusing on the bad birthdays (the birthday I was snowed in, the birthday I had strep, the birthday when I thought everyone forgot my birthday...) I am going to remember the good ones and celebrate the friends, lessons, and memories I've collected along the way.
Speaking of memories... here's one I wish I could remember:
|Why am I sitting in this box? And what am I thinking about? Birthdays?|