I am one of those rare adults who actually adores celebrating and being remembered on my birthday. And no matter what decade I am working my way through, this desire to accept, relish and remember the day I was born simply grows stronger.
Today I turned thirty-two. I think that I am just about the luckiest person on earth and believe that I am truly living the life that I envisioned for myself. This reality just about takes my breath away every day and I am humbled and grateful for all that I have been given.
I am truly content.
It seems that with each passing year I grow more comfortable in my own skin, feel more able to accept just who it was that I was created to be and feel the increased freedom and courage needed to let go of those ideals in life which hold no eternal significance or true purpose for me and instead aim to live out each day with deliberation and truth.
Today was an ideal day- an impromptu trip to the ocean for a day spent in warm sand, salty water and revitalizing ocean air with my favorite four people. We literally brought a ball to play with and the rest of the day was spent enjoying the elements and all of the gorgeous natural surroundings that the beach has to offer.
Could life get any better than this?
Needless to say, it was just about the most perfect way to spend celebrating the beginning of my thirty-second year on this earth.