No More Birthday Blues

For the first time since turning 30, I am not dreading my upcoming birthday. In years past, each new birthday would lead me to think about all my personal and professional failings. But not this year! I suppose it has something to do with me being in one of the greatest cities in the world. More importantly, I think it has something to do with the fact that I’m finally internalizing and acknowledging that I have accomplished quite a bit in my life so far. In addition, I’ve got a plan for the future so as long as I execute accordingly, other life goals will be accomplished in due. It also doesn’t hurt that in the past week, three people have shaved off at least a decade when guessing my age. For example, last Friday while purchasing the movie Secretary at Woolworths, the sales clerk wanted me to show proof that I was over 18 years old. In her words, “I have a really young face.” All of this lead to fits of laughter and totally made my day — really week!

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  1. A fellow Leo? When’s your bday? Mine is Monday and in true Leo fashion I’ve been celebrating all week! Also in true Leo fashion, I’ve never dreaded my birthday — it’s a time for great reflection and celebration. Anytime you get to observe and experience another year around the sun it’s cause for celebration. Here’s hoping you have a good one.

  2. I recall you said your age in some other post and I was pretty shocked that you weren’t younger than that. You do have a young face.

  3. Soulscribe: Here’s wishing you a happy birthday next Monday. Mine is a few days after, the 11th August. I’ll turn 36.
    Khandi: Considering the drama during I experienced during my 20s with my Mom passing away and then raising my younger sister, I’m somewhat surprised that it didn’t age me beyond my years. I suppose I should thank my parents for the good genes.

  4. There is something to be said for good genes or rather one of my favorite sayings from the old folks: “Good Black Don’t Crack!” I’m like you that despite some significant trauma (including Mom passing away) people always think my older sister and I are far younger than we are (I also think with me it has to do with the fact that I’m short and petite but that’s a different story…)
    So odd that our birthdays are right together. My Mom’s birthday was August 10th (she always called my birth her best birthday gift) and we celebrated together every year, did spa days and vacations together and such. Thinking about it now I did actually “dread” my birthday the first few years after she died and could not celebrate. It was too devastating. The first time I felt some semblance of healing was when I actually wanted to celebrate my birthday again — for me and for her.

  5. Ursula–thanks for posting that sentiment. I needed the reminder that I’ve done a lot, even if I still have a lot more to do!
    CHeers!

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