I’m 36 years old today. Only one sentiment can sum it up.
My life is good.
This birthday had the potential to be an emotional train wreck, as my heart has been tender concerning the recent death of my dad. Realizing this would be the first birthday of my entire life that he wouldn’t wish me a happy birthday made me semi-dread this day. But instead it has turned into a day full of blessings. The past two weeks of my life ,I have become keenly aware of how many people truly care for me. And it touches me, it truly does. I am determined to be a better person.
As I reflect on my life and where I stand, I can’t help but have a moment where I pause and think to myself, “Am I middle-aged?” Of course, my first response is no way, but mathematically speaking, the numbers don’t lie. The average lifespan of a woman is 78 years. So class, let’s do a little arithmetic. 36+36=72. Which means I’m purty dern close. Pondering this equation leaves me solemn, if only for a minute. If I allow my mind to pursue the thought of being middle-aged, I must come to grips that my life is half over. But let’s not dwell on that.
I’ve still got lots to look forward to. Good stuff too, not just medicare and daily naps.
Today although I didn’t blow out any candles, I’ve made a few birthday wishes.
For my next 36 years I wish to:
- follow my dreams.
- love deeper.
- forgive more.
- judge less.
- take better care of my health.
- put more value in people than things.
- continue to learn.
- give to those with less.
- take no one for granted.
- be more patient.
- learn to cry in front of people.
- forget my past hurts.
- lose my pride.
- find my courage.
- believe in myself.
- remember how blessed I am.
Thanks for sharing my birthday with me.