Reflections on 28 years
It is August 2, one day before my actual birthday, & I am coming out of a pre-birthday bodywork session feeling grounded and refreshed.
Historically, my birthday has always come with some stress, grief, & fear. In the past, I really shamed myself for wanting a true celebration. I also pretended to be the “chill girl” that didn’t care about what I did for my birthday — I am counting my lucky stars that this phase is over.
This year, I started my birthday week (yes, week — I am a Leo, after all) off with a nourishing trip to the ocean. It was everything & more, a moment to really be present with what my body was telling me.
On my actual birthday, I’ll be spending the entire day at a spa in full relaxation, work-free, phone-free mode. And this upcoming Saturday, I’ll have a little picnic/swim celebration with my nearest and dearest who can join.
The thing is, I used to shame myself for wanting a week-long celebration of rituals and nourishing activities to reflect on my last year and drop into a new year. But alas, pretending to be the ‘chill girl’ has never once served me, & neither has hiding my desire(s).