ok, ok. my birthday is gone and it's go time. anyone who knows me can tell you i love my birthday. i love it not because of the lovely gestures, thoughtful gifts, and reason to celebrate with the ones you love, but for the reminder it brings to me as one more year of my life comes to a close and another begins.
my birthday to me is kinda like new year's to most people. it's when i make all of my promises to myself, my re-evalutation moments and my get real, make it happen revelations. granted, some might say it's easier because my birthday is in january; nonetheless, it's the start of my very own calendar year where i allow myself to make promises to me, desires for my year and figure out what is and isn't working in my life. i like it. it's renewing and fresh. i wouldn't say i have lofty goals this year; on the contrary, i have the desire to be more grounded, yet spontaneous in the moment and romantic, but with a splash of realism.
try it. it's a pretty great feeling knowing you hold a private moment with yourself in your own calendar year with your own dreams and realities to debut in the chapters of your book. sign me up. cheers to your own calendar year!
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