Sunday is my birthday – woohoo! I’m super excited about it. I’m definitely not one of those people who shies away from birthdays or any mention of getting older. Ever since I was eight and my parents forgot it was my birthday I vowed to make sure everyone had advanced warning so they could properly prepare. These days though I don’t care about the gifts as much as I do about spending the days with my family and friends.
Birthdays, more than the advent of a new year, make me reflect on the past year and think about what’s coming up in the next. What have I accomplished? What did I do that really made me proud? What do I want to accomplish this next year? When my birthday rolls around next year, will I be proud of what I’ve done?
I try to live every day with no regrets, making it all add up to a year with no regrets. So it’s really a lot of moments of reflection leading up to a broad, sweeping reflection. And if I can honestly look back and say that I lived a life that was filled with love and kindness and passion and appreciation for all the good things I’ve been blessed with, then it’s been a great year.
Happy Birthday to me.