The Beatles are almost right …
… it’s my birthday week. And as anyone who knows me will tell you, I LOVE my birthdays. I promise, I’m not trying to solicit cards and gifts. Really, truly that’s not my motive. But I do have one … read on.
As the years have passed, and my friends and family have aged along with me, it bums me out that some of them fret over their birthdays. They worry that their mirror reflections no longer look like their high school graduation pictures. (I might occasionally mention this too, but NEVER during my birthday week.) Or – worse still – they out and out fear what happens at the end of their aging: death.
I have a different spin. My profession allows me to find and share stories of individuals who have done amazing things. They’ve used their gift of life to follow the messages of their hearts and the causes dear to them. Their work, in turn, often sets off a chain of positive events which continue to make the world a better place long after they, themselves, have arrived at their expiration date.
So here’s what I’m thinking. While we may never be a day younger than we are today, our birthdays are the very first day of another year to do good. Of course, the same can be said of January first. But rather than sharing that date with the entire 7.9 billion people on the planet, we only share our birthdays with 20,438,356, give or take. That makes birthdays a little more personal.
My vow to the universe is to make the best of the 365 days that come after August 29th. If I change the world a little, yay me. But the bigger purpose is to be a role model for those who are younger. Since we don’t know when our time is up, the goal is to never regret a single minute!