Say out loud to yourself three times in the mirror:
"I love and accept myself for everything I am and everything I am not."
With my birthday fast approaching this year, I think about my attitude towards it. I've always been very apprehensive about birthdays, only have one real birthday party in my life, and only getting excited about it when I was younger because I gave out cookies to my class.
What I wish the most for my birthday is to just be able to give to people. To buy them presents, take them to dinner, and yet anytime I suggest that I get looked at like I just asked to sacrifice their first born. Giving is just what makes me happy. I was only stoked on my roller-skating party in the 90s because it's what the kids my age enjoyed to do and I gave them the opportunity to do so. I liked handing out Jingles cookies because what kid in elementary school is fascinated and overjoyed by the idea of eating cookies in class? As I got older and I ceased to do those things, I would just wish for my birthday to be over. Now almost twenty-one years physically rooted into the earth, I feel so much more grateful for the day. Not just grateful for being born but grateful for the body that houses me. I'm grateful that it keeps working, consistently functions, and gives my soul a place to lay it's head.
After leaving my eye appointment on the 3rd, I replayed in my head what the doctor said about being blessed with healthy eyes except for the common flaws of nearsightedness and astigmatism. Listening to that conversation in my head again, I felt my eyes water. Just for the fact that I was grateful to my eyes for serving me so well. I find joy in the gym because I feel it's my way of thanking my organs, skin, and veins for being as magical as they are. So in harmony with the above quote from Plenty of Time today, I am grateful for my birthday because I'm grateful for who I am, who I am not, and who I get to be.
I am rejuvenated.
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