Birthday Bliss at 47
I turn 47 today! And the only important question to ask is: How many hours of how many days in those 47 years have I lived as my deeply true, authentic self? What percentage of that time has been spent in blissful self-love and easy, joyful service to others? Every birthday is a birth of a new year of opportunities to bump up that percentage and rededicate myself to being glorious, full-on, flat-out ME.
In my birthday post one year ago today I wrote: “I’ve never understood why some people lie about their age, or even why anyone would want to be younger anyway. I love the age I am today and I fully expect to love it 30 birthdays from now and beyond. Every year that I live adds a year to who I am. Being in my 40′s is so much richer and fuller than being in my 30’s or my 20’s ever could have been, because all those years are part of me now. My 20’s and 30’s are not gone – they’re absorbed. All that anticipation and wonder and lust for adventure didn’t go away; it just settled in, more comfortably and peacefully than it could have before. My gathered years weave a tapestry that reveals the picture of who I am, coming into focus at last.”
I’m so giddy-grateful for the experiences of this past year and the extra clarity they brought to that tapestry. Happy birthday to me!