Greetings my intrepid followers! Saluts mes amis! Saludos mis queridos intrepidarios!
This day is very important to me…because it is the day of my birth.
As I grow older I realize that life is often less kind to us than we’d admit. Still, I do my best to make the positive out of it even though I am struggling to right now.
Today is my birthday and almost no one remembered.
It hurt. A lot.
I think that I have poured out myself in my friends and family’s lives not to be ignored. I’ve cried with them, laughed with them, listened to their needs, visitd them when they were sick. Granted, I don’t do those things to be thanked or even patted on the back. I give of myself to others because I have a genuine love for people.
I did not receive a gift today on my birthday, but I give myself one this day: self-fulfillment. I acknowledge all the hard work I’ve put into my short life and the sacrifices I’ve made. I acknowledge that I am a giver and that sometimes I need to give myself something. I give myself acknowledgment and attention. It is an act of self-love.
The word self-love can give bad connotations but I use it, nonetheless. For, after all, if we don’t love ourselves how can we truly love others. This self-love is how I find purpose in my birthday blues.
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