Happy Birthday to Me
I struggle with what to post on my birthday.
I don’t want to make it about age. I am turning 34. It’s not 30. It’s not 35. Just plain old 34.
I don’t want to make it about cake. Though red velvet is my preference, if you are interested.
So I guess the only thing left to talk about is the wish. Or a few of them in my case.
I wish for happiness. Pure, true, simple happiness. And discovering how to find it in pure, true, simple things.
I wish for health. Not just for me, but for those closest to me. And when their health is down, I wish for miracles to bring it back up.
I wish for prosperity. Not because I love money and material things (nor do I think it is bad to love money and material things), but because when you have a family your primary concern becomes providing for that family, ensuring comfort and security…and in Southern California, that requires some level of prosperity.
I wish for success. Not because I love money…hee hee. But because I work for myself. I want to maintain my reputation for hard work, commitment, results, and what is usually a great attitude.
I also wish for success with this blog. It has given me an outlet like no other and while it has been a slow climb (who ARE you people getting hundreds of thousands of followers within a month??), it is climbing, and I have my eye on the top.
I wish for good friendships. Honest, joyful friendships, old or new, that enrich your life.
I wish for the future. For it to be filled with everything above and things I don’t even know to wish for yet.
And, of course, I wish for a little glass of champagne.
Happy birthday to me. xx
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