The day where I become yet another year older. I guess birthdays are a time for contemplation - and this year has certainly been no different.
I'm proud of myself for who I am now. I am living with courage and conviction. I am starting to feel like I'm living an "authentic" life (think I might be in therapy???). I'm happier, closer to joy. I have a handle on my life and although I'm still being decked with that sneaky curve ball - I'm able to brush it off and step back in the box.
I live a block from the ocean and have one of the most beautifully scenic views as the backdrop for my life. My days are filled with the joyous laughter of three beautiful girls, interrupted occasionally by screeching and bickering.
I have a man who thinks I am beautiful whether I lose that pound or two each week. He's my biggest fan when I reach for my dreams, and supports me when I have those black clouds of doubt.
I can say that I am finally surrounded by friends who love and value me as much as I do them. I'm rediscovering what is behind a true friendship, one that isn't full of judgement and fear of abandonment. I know who is going to be there for me when I need it, and I have people who believe in me and count on me when they need a friend.
I finally feel like a strong woman and no doubt with the help of some stellar mood meds finally feel happily balanced. I take on tasks and they get done, and done well.
I still have those gray days, and luckily the very dark days are very far and few between now. I think they will always be there, as part of my chemical structuring, but it's nice to see and feel the sun.
So - Happy Birthday to me. I apparently rock.