On Being 50

Yesterday was my 50th birthday. I find myself needing to say it over and over again because I don't feel like I thought 50 would feel like when witnessing my mother's aging.

Birthdays are really important to me. Perhaps because growing up they never seemed to be regarded much. I have always felt that the day you decided to incarnate should be regarded with reverence and celebrated thoroughly.

So what did I do on my 50th? Well, we had a wonderfully big snowstorm so I played in Heaven's confetti! I threw snowballs, made a snow angel, leaped, ran and tried to make a snow man. I ate strawberries with sour cream and brown sugar. I ate dark chocolate. I received flowers, which always touches my heart. Then I wrote.

Normally, on my birthday, I take off work and do all the things for myself that I never get to do. I read. I journal. I write. I take a bath. I do a little QiGong. I meditate. The biggest gift I received yesterday was realizing that when you are living the life of your dreams, you no longer have to take a special day off to do the things you love that you neglect.

That has been the greatest gift of all.

#birthdays