I love birthdays!
I believe they are the best reminder that life (well mine at least) is one giant cupcake and everything that happens is simply one more delicious sprinkle to top off the icing. I think anyone who doesn’t (at the very least) take the day off from work on their birthday is utterly insane and does not deserve cake, candles or gifts.
For me, cupcakes are officially a food group each year as I celebrate the blessings I’ve encountered, the career I’ve worked so hard to establish, and all of the good things that continue to sprinkle down over my daily adventures.
In typical nature, I not only exile myself from all work-related activities on my actual date of birth, but I add on a few travel days and some good trouble with my best friends, family, etc. That being said, each year as my birthday approaches, I can’t help but do the whole “reflect on the last year of my life” thing. Everyone should do it. There’s no better way to know where you are going than to truly absorb where you’ve been and to appreciate where you are at the present moment.
This year I find myself…happy and calm.
I can admit I used to be, let’s just say, a not-so-appetizing mix of short-tempered and sugary sweet. Sure I will forever be outspoken and quick to stand up for what is right, but after realizing the power behind filtering out the negativity in my life, I am officially a very happy and peaceful Principessa in a constant state of exhalation.
Luckily, the only real turbulence I’ve experienced the last year has been literal and while in an airplane. Which reminds me of how fortunate I’ve been to travel so much lately. Travel truly ignites my soul in a way that nothing else ever has. New experiences, new people, and the satisfaction of constantly fending for myself as I wander through new cities and countries.
This year I also find myself…a slave to love. So nothing new there. I blame the poet gene I inherited from God knows who. I’ve always been protective of my private life, but it’s no secret I found the love of my life years ago. So I still carry that oh-so-joyous and seemingly-indistinguishable flame in my heart day after day. But with no real control over the brain in my heart or the forces of the universe, I simply accept that whatever is meant to be, will be. However, I don’t let that stop me from enjoying the positive addition of others whom have so wonderfully-sauntered into my life.
And finally, this year I find myself as fearless as ever. The older I get, the more I realize that I am willing to take risks. Risks with my career, risks with my relationships (like trusting my heart) and most importantly, risks that let me challenge myself and have helped to mold me into the strong, independent woman I am today.
So as I blow out my (insert unknown number) candles on my cake this week, I won’t have to wish for much. Just to never lose sight of, and to always appreciate, that as each year passes, every sprinkle counts.