Another year older.
I used to love AND hate it when this time of the year comes. Now, the 'hate' part is gone. I guess it's because I have had one heck of a year. A LOT of things have happened since I celebrated my birthday a year ago... Tons of tears cried and more laughters laughed. Most of all, a plethora of lessons learned. I have gone a long way since then. From a bum... to a BEACH bum... to a yuppie... to a vampire... to a lover... and now, a MOM. In a year, I've been through what some people go through in a lifetime. And I'm proud of myself for being able to get it all together.
I look into this birthday of mine not just as a way of counting the number of years of my existence, but a chance at a new beginning - a sweet one at that.
Life is a series of beginnings and endings. Most of the time, you have to learn to accept the fact that some things just aren't for you. You have to embrace the truth, as painful as it may be, and then let go. They say that giving up a dream isn't all that bad. It just goes to show that you're strong enough to face the pain and wise enough to give in to reality. However, that doesn't mean that you STOP living. Of course you move on! Bitter endings pave way for much sweeter beginnings.
Cheers! And oh, happy birthday to me.
