Have you ever met those people who celebrate their ‘birthweek’ rather than their birthday? You know, the “I can eat cake and ice cream everyday; I can go to the bars on a Monday afternoon even though I have to work tomorrow and my birthday’s not until Saturday; I can wear a sparkly tiara and a shirt that says ‘I’m the birthday girl’ just because this is the week I was born” kind of people? Or maybe you are one of those people (if so, I apologize for calling you out). Maybe writing a blog post stating that this is my ‘birthweek’ makes me “one of those people,” but nonetheless, I will be turning 23 this Friday. There will be no sparkly tiaras or birthday shirts for me. Well, just not until Friday, at least ;).
The thought of my upcoming birthday brings up another subject- how quickly time goes by. I have spoken about this before, as I currently have a lot of time to sit with my thoughts during this in-between stage of life that Gabriela so often refers to as limbo. It’s so easy to wish away the present, hoping that life will just fall into place, that the future will work itself out. But the truth is, this time is all we have. There is no time but the present to make things happen. Just yesterday, I was telling my mom that I didn’t really care what we did for my birthday this year, that 23 is an insignificant age. Then today, I woke up realizing that I should be grateful for another birthday. Because the fact that I have the opportunity to celebrate another birthday is significant.
I am going to use this week to get organized, to remember what’s important in my life, and to remind myself that my 23rd year of life can be one the best yet, if I just let myself enjoy each moment. This includes finding the time for the important, but simpler things in life.
And on Friday, I will celebrate.
Do you enjoy celebrating your birthday (or birth week)?
How do you remind yourself to live life to the fullest?