My birthday has always been a favorite day for me, real shocker right? It’s always felt like a day filled with positive energy and infinite possibility. At some point last week, it occurred to me that maybe, just maybe, my birthday doesn’t have to be exclusively about me. Instead of waiting for texts, phone calls, or Facebook updates, what if I reached out to the people I love, told them why it is I love them, and wished them a happy birthday? It took me a while to get my brain into this frame of mind, but it makes a lot of sense now that I’m here. I shouldn’t be waiting for my mom to call me, I should call her. I shouldn’t wait for Brianna to wish me a happy birthday, I should let her know how important she is to my continuing existence on this planet.
If you’re reading this and thinking, “Well, duh,” then congratulations, you beat me to this stage in life. Now that we’re both here, don’t bother scooching over because I wannnnna be close to yoooou. Seriously though, it’s good to see you again.