I don’t normally give a hoot about my birthday. I’ve never really been one to throw a big birthday party, or go out to a bar, or really do much of anything, at least for the past couple of years anyways. Call me crazy, but from about the time I turned 21 onwards, I’ve always looked at birthdays as “another year older” and another year of lost youth that I would never be able to reclaim.
A couple of months ago, I stumbled across this quote, and I only wish that I could find who it was that said it:
“Do not regret growing older. It is a privilege denied to many.” – Unknown
Unknown, whoever they were, was very wise with what they said. And I’ve taken their words to heart.
In so many ways, my 24th year was the best year of my life. In so many ways, it was also the very worst year of my life. There were so many amazing, uplifting moments of love and laughter that I cherish and hold close to me, and also so many black moments that I wish that I could sew away into the folds of time and pretend never happened.
I learned so much in my 24th year, but this year, I am ready to move on and to move forward. I’ve decided that my 25th year is going to be the very best year ever, and it’s going to be that way, because I’m going to make it that way!
I’m a lucky, lucky girl. I have an amazing family, a wonderful boyfriend, strong and meaningful friendships, and an overwhelming passion that I get to live and breathe every single day.
Really….what more could I possibly ask for?!
And so, I’ve decided to live each and every day of my 25th year with the intention to soak as much joy and as much happiness out of each and every minute that I can. I have no doubt that there will be hard moments, maybe even totally miserable moments. But I’ve learned from my 24th year that life is too short to be miserable. Even for one minute.
I’ve had the best birthday weekend I’ve ever had, filled to the brim with all of the things that really and truly make me happiest (including a massage, laser tag, cheeseburgers, hours and hours of group fitness, an animated movie about squirrels, time with Matt, sleeping in and shopping), and I can’t wait to see what the rest of my 25th year has in store for me!
This is going to be the best year ever. And it all starts tomorrow. WOOHOO!!
I did float the idea by Matt that perhaps I shouldn’t have to do a 12km run tomorrow because it is my birthday after all…………….
Suffice to say; it did not go over well. Sigh 😉
The happiest of weekends to you my friends, and stay tuned next week for some more running/training specific talk!