Since I was little, I’ve freakin’ loved birthdays. I love others’ birthdays and I love my birthday. In fact, it’s my favorite day of the entire year. There I said it. Yes, it beats every other day in the year…even Christmas. I know this is an audacious statement, but hang on with me for a moment.
It’s not necessarily about my birthday. It’s what a birthday represents. A birthday symbolizes the day a person was born into this world for a purpose. It’s the God-ordained-day that God chose for the person to enter and start this life. So birthdays are a celebration of life. A celebration of being in this world. If we weren’t in this world, we wouldn’t be able to celebrate Christmas, Thanksgiving, Easter, Mother’s Day, etc…
Birthdays are a celebration of life, and I truly love life. There have been some dark moments, moments I wish to never return, but I still celebrate those. There have been some amazing points in this journey, I celebrate those. Mmm yes..birthdays are days set aside to celebrate life now. Life lived and live to come. That is why I love birthdays so freakin much. Life is meant to be celebrated.
My 23rd birthday rocked. I mean really, it was awesome! I started my day with a “reenergizing” session of yoga, got my free cup of Starbucks, had some Jesus/Bible/Journal time, had an hour long massage, did some shopping, got a free cup of Coldstone ice cream, and went home to do some cleaning and cooking before the party. I was cleaning up and around 4:00, my friend Carolyn comes over. About 20 minutes later, she goes outside “to find something”
and so I start vacuuming, I mean hey, I gotta keep cleanin’! All of a sudden, Kelsi walks in my house with a birthday cake singing happy birthday to me! She was “supposed” to be on her way to California!!! So needless to say, I freaked out, totally surprised by kind of running/hiding from here (as the vacuum us still on)…hey I was processing! Anyways, the birthday was already wonderful by this point.
The night simply kept getting better.
Friends started to come over around 7:30 to enjoy Cinqo de Mayo/my birthday/end-of-the-year celebrations. There was eating, drinking, and dancing (mixing between the cupid shuffle, hip-hop, to salsa.)…all in good moderation, all in good fun.
There was even a game of apples-to-apples, which is by far my favorite game! Mmmm yes, the night was perfect. I had a wonderful group of friends to share my birthday with and even had one of best friends stay with me for a few days.
The next morning, I woke up with a pinched nerve in my neck. Uh, hello 23? Was it the dancing? Because I hardly danced the night before. Did I move in my sleep last night? Because pure exhaustion probably paralyzed my movements in my sleep. Could it be because I am getting older? Because… ok well either way, I woke up with a pinched nerve and could barely turn my head to my right side. Simply pathetic.
Either way, I still celebrate this life. Even getting older. Even with pinched nerves.
So here is a happy birthday…or should I say “happy-God-ordained-day” to you, whether it’s belated or early. May you constantly live in a celebration of life and come to find your calling in this world, because truly, our Creator ordained for you to be here for a divine and sacred purpose.