Strange how easy it is to lose oneself in a world of expectations and societal norms… My birthday came and went, so disappointed was I with the state of my life, I ate the cake but did not truly celebrate. But the true gift came later… it was not wrapped, or bought or made. It came from experience (age is a blessed thing) and I am quite sure from things my mother tried to tell me (and finally succeeded)…
The true gift was realizing that it is not the why of life, or the what of life, the when of life, the where of life or even the length of life. Rather… it is the how… specifically, how you live…
So… to make up for my sad little birthday, I am celebrating everyday…practice so that next year and the years to follow I can do it right!
