It is my BIRTHDAY month and everyone who knows me knows that I love my birthday! I literally become intoxicated with all the birthday wishes, gifts, dinners/lunches, but most importantly the birthday cake. I love me some birthday cake! Any flavor will do, as long as, it is baked in my honor (Ha…sometimes I amuse myself!).
The reason I love my birthday is not for narcissistic reasons (insert husband’s, daughter’s, AND dog’s side eye). The reason I adore the day on which I was born is that I am alive to celebrate it; however, I don’t just mean (alive) in the physical sense. I am alive spiritually, relationally, emotionally, politically, mentally, financially… (I could go on all day).
This aliveness is what (I suppose) the younger generation refers to being WOKE. If that is the case, then I am “full pot of coffee woke”. And because of this “wokeness”, I celebrate the fact that I have been graced with one more year. I have another year to right my wrongs, perfect my rights, access my surroundings, be thankful for the doors that closed and karate kick other doors wide open.
Being “woke” is absolutely necessary for growth and all of us need (and should desire) growth. Now, let me tell you…being “awake” is not always fun nor is it easy. Sometimes, it is downright brutal. However, I would rather be a woman who is alive and awake than a sleeping woman who is out of touch with every facet of life (except my bed).
In this next year, I look forward to all of the great things that are in store and all of the reasons I will have to celebrate. Also while I am “awake” and aware, I pledge to find peace and gloriousness in EVERY. SINGLE. THING…including this 1,000 calorie birthday cake that I am about to stuff into my face.
Until the next time…