
I admit that I am a little sad to see 27 go. I seem to follow a pattern where my odd years are fantastic and the even ones leave a lot to be desired. I am praying that this pattern has broken. It’s kind of like after returning from a fabulous vacation and going back to work… it’s sort of a let down. Twenty-seven was awesome. I’m hoping that twenty-eight can live up to its predecessor. But birthdays are more than just the passing of another year. It is a celebration of life, an opportunity for friends and family to tell me that they are glad I was born. But even more of an opportunity for me to reflect on my own life and what I accomplished in the past year. I not only made it through another year… I owned it, I rocked it, and I could almost say that it was the best year so far. I aim to say that every year, and if I can, then I must be doing something right.
Age is really just a number. It counts the years of my life but it does not define me. I am not a product of this arbitrary number. My spirit is ageless. My body may get older, and there may be more aches and pains (probably due to the fact I push it to the limit), but everything inside of me still tells me I am young and have so much more life to live. I fear at times that I have not taken advantage of every opportunity I could have and that I have let things pass me by. I would hate to look back on the novel of my life and feel anguish over missed opportunities and experiences. Perhaps that is why I move on a whim, always have a million things going on, allow my passion for all that is life to take over. In my 28 years, I have traveled to Europe 5 times

I am twenty-eight. It’s not a product of the candles on the cake I didn’t have or the number of cards that arrived in the mail. The success of my life is not determined by the size of the party, how many people I beat in an Arm Wrestling Smackdown, the kind of gifts I receive or the number of phone calls I get on my cell phone. The success of my life is measured by the celebration of birthdays that mark the completion of a year peppered with numerous life lessons, unforgettable experiences and growth opportunities that get me a few steps closer to the woman I know I am supposed to be. This year I danced on the stage of the legendary Apollo Theater on my birthday, a historical moment in my life that doesn’t bear repeating, but it was the first memorable moment of 28. I consider that the theme for this year of life… may I dance through it to the music of possibility.
2 comments:
#1: when you say your 'joints' make a little more noise than they used to, do you think that is because you are rolling them incorrectly? or maybe your herb is too old or a little too crisp. either way you should remedy the situation.
#2: i didn't even know you had a birthday or any celebration. i'm sorry. but let this act as my congratulatory and well-wishing act.
Stevey: my joints are cracking because I run too much... no herbs... although that might make the running that much more enjoyable. Sorry you were not aware of the festivities. I was not in charge of the invites, but for what it's worth it would have been fun to have you there.
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