On this day, long ago in a land far far from here (about a 90 minute drive), I was born.
And yesterday, last night and most of today, I got to spend some quality time with the people who mean the most to me celebrating the hell out of myself.
I had a day chock full of roller derby yesterday (nothing says “awesome” quite like a cape and some shorty shorts in front of 600 people) and today was a lot of fun stuff, like eating cake with the kids, dyeing my hair, and dinner with Chef.
And I’ve decided, this is my year.
I told Chef my big dream (I want to be a midwife) and we made some big plans. I’ve resolved to do more things for other people and to be nicer to myself.
I think birthdays are your own personal New Year celebration and you should reflect and look forward on your day. Make plans. Do something silly. Have an enormous margarita. Stand proudly in your cape and short shorts and do your thing and don’t be ashamed.
Be the big bright you. Because nobody else can. And nobody else should.