Half Birthdays!

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I love half birthdays. I love to celebrate them. Especially my own. (No surprise there)
Some people tell me that this is dumb, but I believe that every day is a celebration in itself, and half birthdays are just that much more of a reason to celebrate.

The fact that I'm 21 and a HALF today is pretty legit. I will never be this young again. I'm halfway to what I have deemed to be considered the age where real adulthood sets in. It's an excitingly terrifying day (most days are lately), so of course I celebrated. I bought myself some new things and got ice cream, and felt a little bit happier today even though I chilled out on reminding people that it was indeed my half birthday.

Perhaps I like my own half birthday because I choose to treat myself, but it's important to celebrate for friends too. A cupcake or ice cream or Caribou can make a difference in their day. The reality is that a half birthday is just another day to celebrate how much we love life and/or those around us.

Moral of the story, appreciate every day. It could be your half birthday, it could be a Tuesday. Every day is a gift.

Going along with my newfound love of poetry, I have included a poem by Jane Kenyon to remind us to appreciate each day and the simple pleasures that come along with it,  because it could always be otherwise.

Otherwise
By: Jane Kenyon

I got out of bed
on two strong legs.
It might have been
otherwise. I ate
cereal, sweet
milk, ripe, flawless
peach. It might
have been otherwise.
I took the dog uphill
to the birch wood.
All morning I did
the work I love.
At noon I lay down
with my mate. It might
have been otherwise.
We ate dinner together
at a table with silver
candlesticks. It might
have been otherwise.
I slept in a bed
in a room with paintings
on the walls, and
planned another day
just like this day.
But one day, I know,
it will be otherwise.

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