Yeah, I’m an opportunistic birthday whore. Don’t judge.
However, I am starting to realize why I love my birthdays so much. I have lived a very fun life. And sometimes “fun” means stupid. Real stupid. So my birthdays are a celebration of the blessings I’ve been given even though I don’t deserve them. My birthdays represent all of the people in my life that have allowed me to be “fun” and yet still love me when I’m real stupid. My birthday is a time for reflection of where I’ve been and lets me marvel at the endless opportunities of where I can go.
So, I’ll continue to be annoying for (hopefully) several years to come. I’m positive I’m not done with fun. And I’m pretty sure I’ve got more stupid left in me.