Today is my birthday. Yay! From time to time I like to put the word “birthday” in my reader and go say “Happy Birthday” to people celebrating (or not celebrating) birthdays on that particular day. It is not unusual for me to find people who are sad, angry or fearful about the day. Some go so far as to say their life is over. What is sad is that these are often people in their twenties and thirties.
Then I remember the years I hated my birthday. For me twenty-nine was worse than thirty, because it came with the realization that meeting the goals I had set for thirty just wasn’t going to happen. As my life went along I also started piling up other bad events and experiences close to or on my birthday.
At twenty-nine I thought my life was over. As I progressed through my thirties I wished it was. It took a real life “near death experience” to turn me around. Not just surviving but fully recovering convinced me that there was still work for me to do.
Every day I thank God for the miracle of life. Every day I try to live my life to the fullest. Yes, even in my sixties I still celebrate my birthday and I don’t plan to stop.
So Happy Birthday to all the birthday boys and girls out there. Remember God danced the day you were born!