This year my birthday felt different. It felt different because I’m different. I’m more sure of where I’m going, more confident of what’s deposited in me. I linger neither on the past nor daydream about the future. Instead, I live each day with purpose. I choose to do the things that make me happy—reading, thinking, listening to music, even if they bore other people. I surround myself with those whose beings bring me joy – good friends and family. I make decisions based on not just what I want for today, but for what I want for my life. I try to choose wisely because I will never get today back. And tomorrow will be over in another twenty-four. I focus not on what I can’t do, but choose to embrace all that I can do. And if I can’t, why not learn how?
I have yet to create my bucket list, but I’m beginning to think about what I’ll put on it once I do. Yes, we only get one life. I am making the most of it. Happy Birthday to me.