I turned 37 last week, and birthdays always bring about a mix of emotions. Normally, I'm content to let the day slide by unnoticed, secretly hoping for texts and calls while feigning indifference if they don't come. In recent years I've been wanting to model to my kids that we should celebrate ourselves. So this year, we decided to plan a brunch and a beach day. Unfortunately, the latter was canceled due to inclement weather. However, I did manage to enjoy a delightful nap, which, for those who know me, is the ultimate birthday gift.
I want to be intentional about loving myself, celebrating my life, my body, my existence. This year I started, it was a good first step. How do you feel about your birthday? About being celebrated? About celebrating yourself?