You know there are a lot of people in this world that don’t celebrate birthdays- from not wanting attention, not thinking that another year passing is anything to celebrate, fear of getting older, being humble… I’ve heard it all. I’ve had a good amount of birthdays as I turn the big 3-1 this year, but every single year I still continue to make sure there is some sort of to-do. There has to be, there is no other way. Starting at a young age- New Kids on the Block theme parties, throwing on roller skates at Wheelies (so classic); and then shindigs later evolving into bowling, concerts, camp gatherings, Las Vegas trips, wine nights with the ladies… the list goes on. I for one, LOVE birthdays- they are AWESOME. I mean what’s not to love about festivities centered around the day I made my grand entrance into this world.
Amanda Ann Bay/July 22,1984/7 lbs 3 oz/ Born 9:00 a.m- sharp! (I look like an old man)
Think about it, when we were little kids, birthdays were the most important thing ever. “It’s my birthday” could trump ultimately anything. You would get special treats at school, be the first one out at recess, have all of your friends over for a slumber party- birthdays were the best, and you knew it. But then came adulthood…and apparently losing that excitement for our birthdays and life in general. Whenever I even bring up the word ‘birthday,’ I get a lot of people making faces of disgust, the typical eye roll, and then they often retreat like Gollum (from the Hobbit) into a deep dark hole to hide from their birthday, grumbling and complaining about growing older. And then the very worst occurs- the big day arrives and they make it a “QUIET AFFAIR.”
Birthdays are meant to be recognized. They have been celebrated forever- literally. Egyptians started the party with the earliest known birthday celebration in 3,000 B.C.E. Your birthday is not just another day of the week- don’t let the pharaohs down. It should always be the best day ever.
Which got me thinking, when did we all become such Debbie Downers… (Sorry Debbie, you really do kill my vibe). Let the people who love you celebrate you, even when you can’t think of why you deserve it and then celebrate them right back. It’s your day and the only day out of 365 in the entire year, that is truly yours (well and all the other humans born on that day too). When you celebrate your birthday, you are celebrating YOU- living another year is an accomplishment- you survived 30!!! Woohoo! You didn’t drop off the face of the planet wearing mom jeans! INSTANT SUCCESS. Everyone is worth celebrating and the sooner you practice celebrating life, the sooner life will celebrate you. And hey, it’s an excuse to eat an entire cake, think of your ultimate wish, get some presents “Oh for me!?, You really shouldn’t have!”, PARTY! , and remember, when when someone says no… simply reply “But it’s my birthday…”– works like a charm every time.
Never pass up an opportunity to celebrate and acknowledge the victories, good fortune, or milestones both big and small that come your way. You will need these memories during the bad times, and will look back with smiles.
“Birthdays are good for you. Statistics show that the people who have the most, live the longest.”
Now go, Bay Awesome. Xo