Gone are the days that I look forward to my birthday. And when it finally arrives, I’m far from happy. In fact, I’m sad.
You see, my birthday is more of a “New Year” to me than January 1st. It’s a time when I evaluate my life, my accomplishments …and my failures. And more than that, I’ve had so many life-changing moments and traumatic events that took place on or near my birthday that unfortunately, all those memories slowly creep up on me in the form of tears and lumps in my throat.
So instead of having a fabulous birthday party, I’m having my own little pity party. And honestly, it’s lame. I’d like to break the cycle this year.
