Yesterday I turned 38 years old or as my Mama Lina used to say I completed my 38th year and began the first day of my 39th year, which I like the idea of very much. It’s more of an easing into your place in time. I love celebrating birthdays. I love aging. I love gaining wisdom and passing in and out of years and in and out of terrible and lovely the way Max does on his journey to where the wild things are and back again.
I tend to extend my birthday celebrations out like a DJ dance mix that keeps on going. I love to gather my family and friends to celebrate them and me and all of us together! Because that is my gift to myself each and every minute of my life. The people that I hold close and dear that I have been lucky enough to meet and connect with deeply. That is what keeps me afloat and alive and real. These people are what keeps my sanity in check and my loyalty devout. They are close by and they are very far away but I celebrate how damn lucky I am to have them in my world.
Cheers to our love and all it’s many facets that we show to one another through the years we have known one another regardless of our distances. I have a life that is filled lovelies but also sadness and doubt and all the other hard stuff… But the JOY that fills me when I am celebrating our daily lives regardless of the hard. That is the gift. And that joy and love just keep on giving no matter what day of the year it is.