Friday, 14 December 2012


Okay, so it's not my birthday anymore, but I feel like I'm living that cheesy "everyday is my birthday moment." Even though 12/12/12 has come and gone with the wind I still feel incredibly blessed and delighted to be older, wiser and more inspired. These past 11 months of my life has taught me so much about myself and I'm rather grateful for the all the lessons life has schooled me with. I feel like as a whole my strength of character has grown so much, where as before I was more sensitive, meek and mild. I have way more courage to stand up for myself and to defend my honour instead of brushing important things off and being submissive. Life handed me lemons and I had to make lemonade and very often it was sour and bitter.
My patience was tested with many daunting tasks and I probably failed more times than I passed and that's OK in my mind. As long you learn and improve. There's a saying that says "never a failure, always a lesson". Although I do have a proud and stubborn will about myself, I have let go of somber feelings and allowed more meaningful thoughts of love, gratitude, creativity and prosperity in. Embracing life and really living has opened my eyes to wonderful possibilities and made that troublesome self-doubt disappear. Nobody has time for that anymore. The world isn't against you, it's all for you. To be honest I was a tiny bit anxious to celebrate my birthday, but more excited than anything else; anxious because I was getting older and with age comes responsibility and having to make more adult decisions, believe it or not. The excitement came because of the celebration of another year added to my life and because of the significance of the date. I have bragging rights and I am entitled to do so. So, allow me to blow my own horn. 12/12/12 meant 12 days to Christmas and the last recurrent day the world would see (and of course this made me feel uberspecial.) Ultimately the only thing that mattered to me was being surrounded by my wonderful family, none of the material things could ever compare to the love they have shown me. For as long as I can remember, every year on my birthday my parents would gather around my bed and sing me the happy birthday song - and this year was no different. No matter how old I get I don't think I could ever get tired of this very special tradition, it means the world to me and it shows how much they care - and for that I am eternally grateful. Family is love.


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