Tuesday, November 11, 2014

Putting Birthdays in Perspective

Yesterday was my birthday. I turned 35. I didn't want to make a big deal out of it, but at my new school, teachers' birthdays are announced over the PA in the morning so just about every teacher and every student wished me a Happy Birthday yesterday, in addition to being serenaded four times (even though I only have three classes).

Despite my somewhat curmudgeonly attitude, I am thankful for birthdays. Yes, as you get older they become less and less important and not the Big Deal they are when you're younger (I kinda forgot it was my birthday until my husband reminded me), but they also take on a new significance. We can wallow in self-pity that we are getting older, or we can celebrate that this beautiful thing called Life gave us the privilege of one more year. I choose to be thankful for one more year.
Thankful for the privilege of getting older

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  1. Don't tell anybody, but this year I turn the big 4-0. I am definitely curmudgeonly about it. I'll try to remember to be thankful. Thanks for the reminder. And, happy birthday to you!

  2. Happy Birthday! I'm way past my thirties...but who is counting?! Great photograph, Beth.

  3. Absolutely the right way to look, Beth. Happy Birthday again, sounds like it turned out very nice.

  4. Good for you! I'll need to remember this advice in about a month. I'm turning 42!

    You look so happy with your new piano. Way to carpe the heck out of that diem.