In 14 days (two weeks, lol) I will be turning 31. I seem to be doing a lot of reflective thinking - especially as the years pass me by. I think about friendships, relationships, work, family, money, career and life. I know that I am happy overall, but I cannot help but question:
Am I doing enough?
Will I regret anything that I haven't done in the past, what I'm not doing now, or the things I have yet to do in the future?
Have I taken enough risks - and are the risks that are out there, worth taking?
I have not planned anything for my birthday, and the ability to do so is only narrowing further and further down. I enjoy my birthday for a number of reasons. Well, mainly two. (1) I feel like birthdays are days specific for the birthday girl/boy. (And don't "duh!" me on this.) Own it! Celebrate it! It's YOUR day. (2) I also feel like it's a day to honor the mom's out there. They did A LOT that day. Some went through hours of labor, some had to have emergency surgeries, some even horrifically pass way - birth is no simple manner. Of course, my mother experienced none of the aforementioned moments as I "arrived" in 45 minutes. But still, I imagine it was painful...albeit for less than an hour.
...Anyhow, my point is: I'm getting old.
I gotta tell ya, I'm not diggin' it. Maybe that's why I haven't planned anything - I just simply don't want to bug everyone to come to a dinner or an event when even I'm not feeling it. But really, I should. Life is too short not to commemorate everyday as the last...or the first. (Because really, the first day of your life was filled with hope and possibilities....and so much poop and crying. I guess I could just do that too: poop and cry. Nah. I'll at least wait until everyone has gone home to do that.)
I can tell you readers one thing: there will be wine! Lots and lots of wine!
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