Every Day Is My Birthday

I had this thought while washing the dishes just now. My birthday was yesterday. And I realized something: I didn’t really feel like other people needed to celebrate me.

It didn’t quite land in my being that I deserve to be celebrated, because honestly, I already am. Every single day of my life feels like a celebration.

I’m constantly honouring my journey, my growth, my time here on this planet. I make the most of it. I live from a place of truth and authenticity, being who I am, who I was created to be.

And when you live like that, you don’t really need a birthday to remind you how special or loved you are. You don’t need other people to celebrate you, because you do that for yourself, every day.

And I do. I really do. I live each moment like it might be the last chance to do this cool thing, and I leave nothing on the table. I play full out.

That’s something that has shifted in the past two or three years. I realized I don’t need anyone else to celebrate who I am. That’s my responsibility.

It’s my job to make sure I’m aligned with my heart. To make sure I’m appreciating myself, celebrating my health, and honouring my path.

Sure, I went out with my family last night, but honestly, all day I felt so full. My heart was overflowing with gratitude for my purpose, my creation, my journey. And it was enough.

I didn’t even need the cake.

I was exhausted, but in the best way. The kind of exhaustion that comes from doing the work your heart loves, not the kind that drains you. And this morning I woke up at 7 a.m. like, alright, let’s go. What are we doing today? And I already knew the plan, but that energy was there anyway.

I’m not even thinking about my birthday. Because it doesn’t matter.

It doesn’t matter at all. Every day that I get to live in alignment, do what I love, and feel this alive, that is the celebration.

Brené Brown said it best:

“Joy comes to us in ordinary moments. We risk missing out when we get too busy chasing the extraordinary.”

That’s it. Every day is my birthday. Every day is the gift.