|Dear Life….available here|
Today is my birthday.
I’m 37 years young.
Since having True, we’ve been getting all our life business in order. Living wills. Last will and testaments. Durable power of attorneys. As I was completing the last part of my will recently – the part that asks what kind of burial/ceremony/etc I’d like to have – I started to write down specific details about the kind of celebration and gathering I’d like for my friends and family to attend when I die. I wanted music, and chocolate, and storytelling, and photos, and laughter…a celebration of a well lived, well loved life.
There was something about that process that was so emotional for me – imagining my not being here in this physical container/body, in this lifetime, on this planet, in this world, with this family, with these friends, inside this one juicy little ol’ life of mine. Because the truth is is that I really, really love living. I love everything about living. The lessons, the love, the tiny moments, the beauty, the adventures, the learning and unlearning, the ahas, the meltdowns, the creativity, the relationships, the….journey. Living is a journey I’m quite in love with.
So today, for my 37th birthday, I made a little love note (a quick collage), addressed to life. Because in the end, I want everyone to know that I genuinely, truly, passionately loved living. And how grateful I was for every. single. breath.
ps: If you’re up for commenting, finish this sentence, “Dear Life, thank you for…..” I’d love to know. Let’s start a juicy, rich, full of awesomeness. And let’s wish every day, and every breath a happy birthday of its own.