Another year down. Another year where I look back and think that I have not accomplished what I have wanted to. When my birthday comes around I always end up analyzing and criticizing what I have done in the past year.
I think of the time I spent napping rather than being productive or the amount of time I spent hungover or the amount of money I spent when I should have been saving. Then there are the times when I think about all of the opportunities that I passed up that I now regret passing up and that is a whole other story.
I turn another year older and I instantly feel as though I am behind in life. I know there is no timeline for life and everyone has a different journey but it is hard to look around and see your peers doing things that you consider to be better and more successful than what you are doing.
You turn another year older and suddenly life smacks you in the face and you stand there like...hello, yes, thanks for the reminder that I am getting old and before I know it I will be 80, message received!
On the other hand, when our birthdays come around that means we have survived another year around the sun. We spent a year doing the best that we could in the moments that we were given. By making it this far we were given chances that others will never get.
Just by being here we are successful.
When my birthday comes around I remember that I am loved. There are a million people who reach out to me via phone, text, Facebook, Instagram, and Snapchat to say happy birthday. There are the people that make the time to come out and celebrate with a drink and that means a lot.
Birthdays can be daunting. They remind us that the fountain of youth has not been found yet but they also remind us that there are people in our lives that love us and want to celebrate us being here.
Turning another year sucks, but hey, we have a whole new year to keep striving for our goals and dreams and if by the next birthday they have not happened –– you did your best, now have a piece of cake and enjoy the life you are living regardless.