Having a Christmas Eve birthday comes with a few pitfalls. Just for an illustration, I always spend any birthday gift cards on Christmas presents for others. I’m specifically thinking about the Barnes and Noble gift card I spent yesterday in the name of Christmas spirit…I am the soul of magnanimity, I know, to sacrifice money gifted to me for my FAVORITE STORE.

But it’s mostly beautiful. Everyone is already reflecting on the qualities of most value in life, those meaningful intangibles we forget about through our waking day-to-days. Even if my birthday goes forgotten amidst the hoopla, I don’t care – people are seeking out that which is fulfilling and lasting. Love, kindness, generosity, family, spiritual wholeness, worship; this atmosphere makes for a pretty satisfying birthday experience, with the universe striving for peace, grace and love. I reap the rewards of a season of celebration every birthday.

I am fortunate – blessed with thoughtful friends and family who go out of their way to remember me today, which always impresses me because I have a hard enough time remembering birthdays even without the business of a holiday season. Shoot, I have trouble even keeping track of the day of the week, and that’ll probably only worsen as the years pass.

This year I exit my twenties, and it seems remiss of me to not pause for a bit of gratitude and anticipation for this next chapter of life. I’m looking forward to it. When my husband asked me if I had any words of wisdom about life this morning, I said, “Partay!” He laughed and protested in good humor, shouldn’t I be settling into old age, career, family, stability? I shook my head. “Nope. My twenties were wasted on responsibility and anxieties. My thirties are to party.

Well, that and to kick this back ache I’ve had lately. I’m assuming it’s the old age in my bones telling me to do more yoga and less desk-sitting, like Gollum bent over his precious ring.

I was half-joking about the party. No, I’m not going to spend my nights partying at the club and developing a nasty coke habit to sustain my wild ways, for those of you who were concerned. What I mean is, I’m ready to enjoy life now. Travel, children, a meaningful career – I’m finding my way out of the drudgery of meaningless duty and learning to enjoy life, because I’ll only have one shot at this.

Plus, who knows how long I’ll have? Tomorrow’s not guaranteed, as that Mayan scare taught us all. Not that I think Jesus would’ve let the world end just a few days before his birthday…

Actually, maybe he would have, I don’t pretend to know his game plan. He’s a pretty clever divinity, and that would’ve thrown us all off the scent.

In any case, Merry Christmas to my fellow savior-worshipers and Happy belated-Hannukuh to my Jewish peeps. Happy anything else I forgot, too, like Boxing Day or the Winter Solstice…


Merry Birthday to Me — 10 Comments

  1. Enjoy life’s party in your 30’s. I really feel that this is one of the best times in our lives. We’re still young enough to be somewhat agile, while enjoying new experiences and being semi-responsible. Happy Birthday!

  2. I agree that the 20’s are about stressing! I’m 23, and while I do have a night out occasionally, honestly I’m usually running around trying to figure out how to pay for my last semester of school, get someone else to pay for my next semester, and work to pay my new mortgage. Happy (now late) birthday to you. I’m a December 28th baby, so I tend to get lost in people’s drunken haze between the christmas partying and the new years partying lol.

  3. Happy birthday Natalie! You can get old, but you can certainly be immature forever and that’s really a great thing. 🙂 The trick is to be immature AND responsible: a delicate balancing act!

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