Gratitude
A late post for my birthday From the time I was a kid, right until a few years ago, I used to be really really excited for my birthday. The countdown would begin from a month ago. There would be planning, hoping for some surprises, cakes, celebration. I would be waiting to see who calls at midnight and if the ones I really love remember my birthday or no. It all changed suddenly (thankfully) a few years ago, when birthday lost its meaning, its importance. It was just another day. That’s not to say that the concept of birthdays was not appealing. I really enjoy making them special – for others. But my own? I am not as much excited anymore. Maturity? Growth? I hope so! Have I really grown wiser? Calmer? More patient? I don’t know. But have I learnt to cope with things better? Become stronger? I think so. Because I have been blessed with a support system so rare, they don’t let me fall. This birthday was special to me because it came riding on the back of one of my toughest ...