I had a good thought on my vegan facebook today. ”I realized the point of a birthday isn’t to philosophize about the passage of time, but celebrate life and the few precious birthdays we have. Duh? “
All this came about cause I was thinking how when I was 10, 9 turning 10, I sat under the piano during the time of day i was born and wrote on a piece of paper, contemplating the weightiness of turning ten. I felt scared and serious and kind of sad. I was like, I’ll never be single digits again.
I really wish I had lightened up a bit. I was only ten! just a tiny girl. I wish upon 10 year old me more fun and games and affection from friends and family. Of course, it was impossible. But I wish upon a 10 year old, a perfect life of happiness, fun and games and love. it reminds me to lighten up at my age. In ten years I’ll probably think I was so stupid for worrying about this. I’ll want myself to be carefree and happy and laughing on my birthday and enjoying the adorableness of being 27.
Also, a good idea is to make your birthday count—like you only have maybe 70 more birthdays left if you’re lucky. Make this one a celebration of life and you! Go all out. I should have thought of this sooner. I have some wacky party ideas.
I want to throw a bunch of elaborate parties—another one of my goals. I want people to laugh and have a lot of fun.