I’m 31 years old today.
But it’s just another day for me. No need to celebrate – for everyday is a celebration of love, life, and a great deal of fortune.
I try not to take anything for granted. I realize how lucky I have been to arrive where I am today. It was all 31 years in the making. There have been ups and plenty of downs along the way, but through it all, I wouldn’t change a thing.
While some people look at growing a year older as steadily moving toward some sort of an expiration date, I see it as progression.
I’m not getting older. I’m getting better. I’m getting smarter.
I couldn’t ask for more in my life. That’s why I don’t expect gifts from anyone on my birthday anymore. I’d rather be the one giving the gifts. Or use the attention garnered from a birthday to promote a worthwhile cause.
So…
