Another trip around the sun, my third since being diagnosed with stage IV metastatic breast Cancer.
When I was a kid, each birthday was a milestone as I got older and I looked forward to each year because I was moving towards something. Turning 16 and getting my license was huge. Voting was a close second. Turning 21 meant attaining adulthood and being able to legally drink, even though that wasn’t a huge draw for me, just the independence and autonomy.
At some point, birthdays weren’t as exciting. Probably around 30 or so. Birthdays became about getting older and, once I got married and then the kiddos came along, birthdays were more about others. It’s so easy to lose the sense of self when you place the needs of others above your own.
I do think that age is just a number. I don’t really feel like I’m 41 and I probably don’t always act that way either. What is beneficial about growing older are the experiences, the perspective, the knowledge that there is more than just right now.
The more are the relationships and the love I have for my family and friends. The more are my husband and children. The more are the tasks left to do, the conversations left to have, the knowledge yet to uncover.
Here’s to what’s next and more trips around the sun.