It's my golden birthday this year. I'm not really sure who came up with the idea of "golden birthdays" or how one is celebrates it appropriately.
I have to say that I'm thankful my birthday is late in the month. I feel like at 25, when all I have to look forward to is renting cars and supposedly lower insurance, I'm more thankful for my life and all it holds than, say, when I was 12.
Then, I was probably more worried about my braces, applying sun-in correctly (worst hair choice ever, even that one haircut), and other very important topics.
I really like birthdays. Not because of the piles of presents or people spending the day granting my every wish, but because the gift of life is pretty awesome.
While I could argue that this past year hasn't been all that great, and believe me that the thought crosses my mind often enough, I know that I am blessed. Well, maybe not as blessed as this time last year, when I was in Costa Rica.
I could go on with the gushy sentimentality, but I have a date with a couple girlfriends, pizza and drinks.
You can bet this isn't the last post related to my birthday this week. I mean, this week is supposed to be about me, right?