It is a day to celebrate.
My actual birth date was not celebrated, not only was it not celebrated I was told for years (decades) how I was a "mistake" and my mother wished I had not been born. I was actually told (many times) she wished - I was dead. So many times, I got very use to hearing it.
My mother has had her wish granted, I am no longer a part of her life.
Birthdays have always been difficult for this reason... hard to 'celebrate' something you've been told was a big mistake... Fuck that.
The only 'mistakes' made - were by others choices...
God makes no mistakes.
NOW, I understand I am a child of God who has always been loved. I deserve to be loved and to love. I feel it now, from others.
I've learned in 56 years: Love is thicker than blood.
& that's all anyone need to remember - surround yourself with people who actually care & want to see you do well, there are many!
God makes sure of it.
It's the first birthday in a long time I showed myself love from the moment I woke to the moment we went to bed - a day of being good to me, happy even. I'm glad my truck did not start- I stayed home and did what I enjoy MOST - surrounded by love.
I love me... it took a very long time... but I do.
Poppy loves me too. hee hee
I look forward to more celebrations!
Wait until you see my new kitties- each one turns out better than the one before!
& they have a twist.. & a message - of love.
The first - next - after I figure out how to hang it.