I love September. It’s my birthday month. I love my birthday too. And not for the reasons you think.
My birthday isn’t all about presents and cake (oh how I love cake)and people acknowledging it’s my special day. It’s not about how many people on Facebook are going to wish me a Happy Birthday on my special day. Nope. I don’t even have my birthday listed on Facebook anymore.
Wanna know why?
Because once a year I have people who I haven’t talked to in a fucking year suddenly come out of the woodwork, because they got notified by a social media platform, that it’s my birthday and I’m soooooooo not interested in that anymore. I still don’t know why I haven’t ousted these peeps yet.
So I removed that from Facebook a few years back. The people who truly love and know me, know when my birthday is. If they forgot it, that’s totally cool with me because I still talk to them all the time anyway!
Anyway, I digressed sorry.
Every day for the month of September I do little things to honour myself and my birthday. Little things for me would be like taking an hour off work just to do something for me. Or maybe doing more mirror self love talk. Or it could be buying the special expensive dark chocolate instead of the cheap stuff (oh but who can resist a Kit Kat or Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups?).
My birthday is special for many other reasons.
For one, my son is coming for a visit. Yay!!
Now for those of you who don’t know, I live in Guatemala and he lives in Canada. Last year he came down and we went to Mexico for a lovely holiday. This year it may be the beach in El Salvador. No clue. For all I care we could just sit at the lake here all day every day, do fireball shots, smoke weed and laugh hysterically at stupid shit from years ago.
I’m just happy knowing he’ll be here.
Another reason I celebrate my birthday all month is because I’m absolutely just so happy to be alive. Life, to me, is the greatest fucking gift ever. Especially for someone who wanted to end it, so many times. Even tried once and didn’t succeed.
Yes, this life I have, independent of the fact that it hasn’t always been beautiful and easy and fun, is the best thing I have. Just knowing that my life and my stories gives so much hope to people around the world, brings me to tears. My life is a gift to many.
Just knowing that because I’m alive, because I have life, a gift and a voice that I inspire, empower and motivate people every day, gives me a reason to celebrate this life, every damn day in September.
I will celebrate my life every fucking day all damn month because I almost lost it once. I almost gave up on this life. And I didn’t.
I will celebrate this gift of life because somewhere in the world, someone is taking their last breath.
I will celebrate this gift of life because somewhere in the world, people are starving to death, struggling to survive, holding on to the last thread of hope.
I will celebrate my birthday every damn day in September because I’m ridiculously blessed and happy to have this thing called life.
I love you ❤
Peace and Love
xo iva xo