Dang, I have a birthday looming in two days.
Nah, that’s not something I would say.
I am fortunate to celebrate another year of life in two days. There…that’s better.
Why are birthdays seen in a negative light?
Is it because we carry an unfulfilled life on our shoulders? Or perhaps it’s because each year we get that much older, unstoppably aging against our wills.
I’ve gotta say, a smattering of grey hairs and wrinkles sprouted up somewhere around the turn of a notable decade of my life.
I’m not going to lie. I was a little shaken with grey hairs at thirty. Then I realized it’s probably a common development but most women color their hair, making them oblivious to this colorless discovery.
At first I plucked them. And, to avoid further wrinkles, I attempted to not be as animated – forcing a half-smile when delighted and scolding my perky eyebrows when surprised.
But damnit…if I want to smile my ever-loving ass off, I’m gonna!
Of course it can be difficult to age, especially as women. Our society encourages eternal youth and unattainable perfection.
Yet, we all go down the same inevitable road. No matter how many expensive hair colors or night creams we entertain – we all have birthdays, we all age.
What if we look at birthdays this way…we’re not older than we were a year ago, we simply lived more.
I really like the way that sounds, don’t you?
Ah, the hell with it! I don’t care if I now have to buy two boxes of birthday candles since they usually come in packs of twenty-four.
I will not hide from this birthday or any thereafter. I am honored to be here another year, to enjoy more beauty and love.
I embrace my grey hairs because they represent incredible accomplishments and tribulations.
I embrace my wrinkles because they represent years of laughter and tears.
I embrace my birthday because it is symbolic of the joys of life – and that my dear friends is always a reason to celebrate.
I think it’s (some) women that get worried and concerned. Blokes generally don’t, and personally I couldn’t give a monkey’s.
But without a date women age much more beautifully these days. I have an Irish friend who is now 57 and is lovelier than she was at 20.
So have a great day Britt!
I agree…some women more than others, that’s for sure! It’s that healthy “some” that I try to encourage to stop giving a rats ass. Because my dad raised me, I’m lucky to have a solid balance, more of a bloke mentality if you will.
Thank you for sharing your awesome insight, as always, Mr. Roy. : )
I agree, I think birthdays are truly a cause for celebration. I’ve lost some dear friends and so I appreciate each year that I have. And I feel that life somehow gets better with age because while my body is getting a little worn out with use 🙂 I know myself well now so I’m happier with each year too.
Have a wonderful birthday, Britt!!!
Birthdays are absolutely a reason to celebrate – they represent a milestone, really…another year of living is a wonderful thing. I am with you on feeling happier with each year as well. Some people want to go back to their early twenties…nah, I’ll pass. : )
Thank you for the birthday wishes, lovely Letizia! Have a fab weekend.
I don’t understand people who dislike birthdays. In a recent discussion with someone, they said that we should weep on our birthdays because we’re a year closer to death, and I could just stare at them in shock. I mean, if anything, one should enjoy the company of others on this day and be grateful that they’re still around. Also, it certainly doesn’t hurt if cake and gifts are present. 😉
Happy birthday in advance, Britt! I hope it’s fantastic. =D
I’m totally with you on that! There is this huge stigma with aging and death, but they are simply both part of life. I agree that we should be grateful and share each savory moment with good company.
Thanks for the bday wishes, friend! : )
I have a Guild guitar that my wife bought me before you were born. I’ve taken good care of it, so with a little polish, it’s still beautiful to look at. The wood of the sounding board is aged to perfection. The tones it produces are so rich with harmonics that my son-in-law can’t resist picking it up and playing it when he and my daughter visit.
It is… like you, Britt… and like all of us… “fearfully and wonderfully made”. It gets better every day.
First of all, you win the award for “most poetic comment” on A Physical Perspective. So, congrats…here’s your imaginary, virtual gold star. : )
“Fearfully and wonderfully made” is so beautifully true. Thank you for the compliment, Tim.
I’m gonna walk around with that gold star stuck on my forehead all day.
The “fearfully and wonderfully made” is from the Psalms. I’m not a big Bible reader, but I’ve always liked the Psalms… that little quote in particular.
I get hotter every year! Bring on the birthdays! Can you imagine how fine I will be at 80? Happy Birthday!
LOL! That’s right. We’re like a fine wine…better every year. Thanks for the birthday lovin’!
IKR! I think its great we are the SAME AGE!
Dangit, I had to look up IKR. You’re too cool for me. : )
Happy Birthday Britt! Enjoy every moment. And, I’ve had grey hairs since 16 … just a sign of wisdom. :0)
Thanks, Gail! Sign of wisdom is absurdly awesome…love it!
I love Birthdays. As a mother, I appreciate it more. Being birthed truly is a gift to the world. Celebrate the birth of you my friend.
So glad to hear that! Birthdays are exactly what you said…a celebration of birth. And, thank you for your kindness.
Birthday’s are certainly a cause for celebration, Britt! Have a fabulous one! 😀
They most certainly are! Thank you for your sweet wishes, Dianne.
Happy Birthday, Britt. I love your attitude! 🙂
Thanks, doll! I always love your ‘tude as well. : )
My Hubby tells me “I improve with age”. Yeppers. Just like a fine wine! And!! My Hubby also says, “Age gracefully”, he still thinks I am hot. lol .So I will run with that, literally. Happy Birthday Britt. Your Awesome!! hugs… Renee 🙂
Aw, that’s so sweet…and true! Thanks for the birthday wishes and hugs, sweet Renee!
YOU are so welcome Britt. 🙂
Happy Birthday, Britt!
You know, a few years ago a friend of mine shared some kind of sentiment about not worrying about how perfect our bodies look anymore. She said she wanted to slide into her finish line as though it’s home plate — bruised up, scabbed, wrinkled, fat, and showing that she’d lived a good life. My body will definitely tell its stories, and I accept that.
Love the home plate analogy! And, love what you said about the body telling its stories…beautiful.