Birthdays are a time for celebration. When we’re young they’re fun and are often themed with the latest Disney show equipped with a piñata and one kid who always gets hurt. Then we get a little older and its roller skating or bowling parties with 30 of your classmates because your Mom “didn’t want to leave anyone out” even though Tommy pushed you on the playground and you would have been happy if he lost his invitation.
Then there are the high school years when all we want to do is go out with our small tribe of friends without our parents chaperoning. Then we get into the adult, over 21 parties which involve going to the club or out for drinks with the girls. And finally, there’s that age where all the birthdays start blending together and you really could care a less about celebrating or even acknowledging you have one every year… this is the stage I’m at now, the I’m turning 29 stage. This year has made me stop, take a step back and examine my life thus far…. I mean really examine it not glance and say “Well, I’ve made it this far so I must be doing something right.”
I never thought I’d be where I am today. Growing up I had big dreams of becoming a doctor and having my own practice. I had a 10-year plan that included where I’d go to college, when I’d get married, how many children I’d have, where I’d live, and what kind of car I’d drive. Two degrees (none of which are in medicine), one failed marriage, two fur babies, and I’m still living with my parents and driving the car I got when I graduated high school.
Life has a funny way of looking at you and saying “You seem to have everything together, let’s throw you some curve balls!” With all the curve balls I’ve had thrown at me, I’m now an expert in dodging balls!
Jump to present day, the eve of my birthday I’ve come to the conclusion that we can plan every single minute of our lives out and make lists and dream big dreams but the truth is we may not end up where we thought we would but we’re right where we’re supposed to be.