Today is my birthday. Wooo Hooo! Before breast cancer, I was never a big fan of celebrating my birthday. It was my dirty little secret, like a confession of sorts. I always doted on my friends during their special day. I absolutely loved celebrating other people’s birthday. Mine? Not so much.
Then, I got breast cancer.
Now the weird thing is that I love getting older. Seriously. I really do love getting older and celebrating my special day. It’s not just about the age for me, it’s so much more. Being 49 + 2 rocks. Even 42, the year that I was diagnosed with breast cancer turned out to be a swinging year. My 30s were also pretty spectacular. It worked out pretty well; don’t ya think?
I realize my birthday is truly a Birth-DAY! Geez! It sure beats the alternative. I make sure with each passing year, that I embrace change and all that accompanies it. The older I get, the more courageous I become. Who knew; right? I don’t have to prove anything to anybody and I am able to let go of old wounds. Although I am very busy, I am equally productive. Yippee!!
I am happy with my age and so grateful to celebrate another birthday. The only thing that’s missing is a ginormous piece of chocolate cake with lots of icing (if I do say so myself).
Happy birthday to me!