I was born 22 years ago today.
It has been a pleasant day so far, but I truly miss when I was a child and birthdays were a big deal. The preparation that went into it, the surprise parties, the deep satisfaction that went along with knowing you could tell everyone it was your birthday and not seem like an attention whore. An entire day dedicated to you. It seems the older you get, the less significant birthdays are. What is so great about being 22? Sure, I am young and healthy and married to a wonderful man and part of an amazing family, but where’s the joy of actually being 22? I already hit the 21 mile marker, drank until my face turned blue and all that jazz. It’s another 3 years until my car insurance rate will drop. What’s the big deal?
I’ll tell you what the big deal is. I am blessed. As my boss would say, I made it an entire year without getting hit by a bus. That, my friends, is a huge feat. I am thankful for everything that has happened since my last birthday and look forward to the year leading up to the next one. So, I say to enjoy every birthday as if it was your last. Even if it does seem insignificant, at least you made it. Happy birthday everyone!