B’day

I tend to get pensive around this time of year. 


My birthday.


The change in age makes me think…


praise…


wonder…


anticipate…


reflect…


In the 9,499 days since I’ve been living, I 

…survived a death sentence predicted at birth.

….created a clothing catalog made up of designs modeled by Betty and Veronica

….began a lifelong love affair with a not-so-secret vice.

….sprayed myself with mace.

….learned the essential arts of tongue rolling, gum popping, and eyebrow arching. 


….skipped class.

….held a guy’s hand.

….got the hang of stepping


…contributed to a 401K.

…made friends.

…helped friends.

…lost friends.

…buried friends.

…had my heart crushed.

…had my heart warmed.

…gave birth to dreams.

….suffocated fears. 

…made others proud.

…made myself proud.

…learned to love myself…

fancy myself

adore myself

cherish myself



I read over the past 9,499 life pages with no regret. 


Looking forward with faith and no fear. 

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