Sunday, September 20th is my 35th birthday. I always get super excited for my birthday ( way more now than I ever did as a kid I think).
Most of the time as people age they become less excited about upcoming birthdays (except maybe “milestone” ones), I on the other hand am more excited each year.
I get asked a lot why I get so excited about my birthday or people make comments about me being too old to be so excited and that it’s just another day. For the most part, these people are right. For everyone else, it really is going to be just another Sunday. For me though its another year of survival.
It’s another 365 days that I did not lose my battle with depression or addiction or anything else this world has thrown at me. Another 365 that I have survived myself.
12,775 days of survival and I feel an overwhelming need to celebrate it without fail. No matter what is going in im my life or the world around me I celebrate that accomplishment, even if I do it alone.
For most people Sunday is just another day but for me it is a milestone. A huge one.
Sometimes even to live is an act of courage.
Lucius Annaeus Seneca
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