...by about 6ish weeks to be not-exact. i guess i was in a hurry to get out, curious as to what wonders i was missing out on in this fantastical world. and sometimes, i wonder if anything has changed. i feel as though i've been playing catch-up most of my life with this pestering feeling that i'm missing out on something. and as each year comes and goes, i fear i've more than wasted those extra 6 weeks i was bestowed at birth.

it's my birthday today. 

happy birthday, me.

i wasn't actually born for another, ohhh, 5-6 hours or so, so i'm not claiming that next age number just yet;) i'd prefer to not claim it all for at least another year or two... or three, thank you very much. but time is irritatingly relentless and alas, i am this age whether or not i choose to accept it. i would like to be able to accept it with grace and find it's only difficult to do so when you feel that your expectations for where you thought you'd be by this time don't match where you actually are. sometimes, that motivates you to get closer to that picture of what you think your life should be. other times, you realise the picture simply needs to be adjusted. my 'picture' is definitely off. it probably needs some adjusting but it also needs some actualising. i've had a weird year... not necessarily a good or a bad one, but i would like to be grateful for it regardless and use it to fuel my drive and appreciation for the year ahead.

one of my resolutions this year was: "Celebrate what is deserving." and my life- disappointments, flaws, mistakes, detours, delays, failed expectations and all- is still worth celebrating. so won't you join me in rejoicing in the blessing that is this day no matter what your situation? happy day of my birth to you! ...and many happy returns.

*p.s. it's Friday the 13th today but so was my actual birth day. so around here, we consider it a good luck day. proceed in freedom! you're welcome;)