I’m so excited…

Every year as October approaches I get excited. I get excited for the fall leaves, the crispness of the air, the bite of fresh apples, pumpkins, squash and other fall vegetables and for my birthday.

When I was little I remember birthday’s being an exciting event but I also remember rarely getting to have a party. (I won’t bore you with those reasons here.) And I always wanted to have a party.

I remember the couple of times we moved and my birthday seeming so early in the school year that I hadn’t yet made friends good enough to have a party with.

But most of all I remember the past few years when I’ve finally realized that even if most people my age and older seem insouciant about birthdays that does not mean that I need to gloss over that extra year added on. No, I celebrate the whole month of my birthday and the culmination is the day of my birthday – today!

Yes, it’s my birthday, and I’ll celebrate if I want to. I tell anyone and everyone that I’m, very proudly, 33. This year has been a crazy one but a good one in most respects and I’m hoping for nothing but the best for the year to come. Starting fresh again with all the wisdom of my 33 years… watch out world, here I come.

Yes, I’m so excited, and I don’t want to hide it.