IT'S MY BIRTHDAY

So I turned 40 today. First thank you to all of you who sent wishes via FB, text and voice. I'm on the road (I'm always on the road on my birthday) so it gets kinda sad but all of you who reached out made me feel at home.

Yesterday, I was at the airport and the bartender at the lounge looked at my ID and said, "Wow, happy birthday. You're gonna be 40? Really??" And of course, I gave the ol' "Don't remind me!" answer. It seems like that's the answer we like to give when we are reminded it's our birthday. It's the go-to. Then that cues the person to say, "well you look great" and we thank them and go about our way.

Funny, when we were kids we couldn't wait to grow up. So much so, we would add fractions to our ages. "I'm not 5. I'm 5 and three quarters!" It's like we just couldn't wait. Then somewhere along the way, that turns into, "No! I refuse! I wish I could be 21 again!"

But ya know (and this is not just me trying to make myself feel better)...I LOVE having birthdays. I love becoming a year older. Because with all the things in the world that could take us out, each year is an accomplishment. It says we've survived in a world that's out to get us. Like, as primitive animals, we are constantly in a state of attack. Diseases, hunger, weather, calamities...credit card bills. Lol. So statistically, the odds are always stacked against us and every day is actually a miracle if we make it.

And I love beating statistics.

Problem is we take things for granted. We don't stop to remind ourselves of what we have in the moment. We don't stop to bask in the blessings in our lives because we are too busy trying to survive. We go about our day like the day before and then we look back wondering where it all went and so we regret our birthdays because it tells us we've been wasting our lives and now it's going too fast.

How easy we can slow our lives down if we stop to actually live it.

Because the truth is, we WILL die one day. And I know that sounds grim but it's true. So what are we doing? Why are we just trudging along and dragging our feet and then complain that time goes too fast and we're getting old? 

If we live always at the edge- if we live breathing in the air around us and marveling at the amazing things in our lives- if we stop and take an inventory of the awesomeness that surrounds us- I can guarantee that every second will feel much much longer. 

That's why today, when I turned 40, especially since I lived half of that acting stupid and reckless, I am grateful to still be here with an amazing family, loving friends and a pretty badass career. And on top of that, growing older affords you wisdom. It affords you a clearer vision on life in general. And wisdom should be coveted! It should be cherished and respected. 

So keep growing. Stop fighting it and get old. Attain wisdom. And live bad-assly. Let every stage of your life be what it is and love that moment with everything. Because life, as a whole, is a beautiful wonderful thing.

Happy birthday to me.