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I never liked birthdays, until now
We all have that day every year when the Earth completes a full revolution around the sun, returning to whence it came. And yet, for 365 and one quarter’s time, you’ve been learning, experiencing, growing and integrating. Life didn’t stop and neither did you.
Some people make a big deal out of their birthday; it becomes a month-long celebration. I was never one of those. As a matter of fact, for most of my adulthood, I resisted any attention at all because of what I viewed as an arbitrary calendar moment.
As an empath, in the past I often contracted myself to avoid being the center of attention, including on the day of my birth. I felt it was narcissistic — the last thing I wanted to be associated with.
As I’ve gone on a personal journey to learn to take up space and hold my presence in the world, my perception about birthdays is shifting.
Just imagine how miraculous it is to have survived in your mother’s womb for nine months, your genetic code unfolding with instructions like, make an ear or build a heart. Wow. The sheer complexity of our physical vessel boggles the mind.
At first, we’re reliving our ancient origins, floating around in a mini sea known as an amniotic sac. Then at just the right moment (it’s a mystery how the ‘right moment’ is decided), we squeeze through a narrow…
