This year my birthday was simple. A thoughtful gift from around the world, books I will devour with every free moment I don't so much have, simple things I need and someone else doing the dishes and making breakfast. My older sister made a banging cake and Watermelon Rum Punch. What??? Count on Meredith she always brings it even for a 34 yr old's birthday celebration. My mom and dad hosted lunch and we had the standard birthday menu: steak, salad and garlic bread. If you add baked potatoes back into the menu we've had the same birthday menu since the 80s. It's familiarity brings comfort. The steaks are always fantastic.
Last year for my birthday I jumped out of an airplane. The year before I met one of my favorite authors and got a tattoo. Perhaps my dread of this birthday had more to do with the fact that I simply couldn't come up with anything over the top I wanted to do. So instead I put on a pretty dress and relished the simplicity.
It's a number, but it's also a life and it's mine. The one I was given to live and breathe and donate to the world in a way only I can. What will this year bring me? I can't know. What I will bring the world with this year? I have a lot more say over that.