It’s my birthday! I’m thrilled to be celebrating another year of life for the 27th time. The sentiment above is one that has really been bouncing around in my heart for the last few years. As I move further and further into adulthood I remember the young people I’ve known who never made it to 21, or 25, or 30, and I’m reminded that to be here, getting older, is a privilege. I’m so fortunate to be living this life.
This is something I particularly needed to consider this week, as I left my obstetrician’s office yesterday feeling completely sorry for myself. I’m still experiencing fainting spells and feeling generally weak and pathetic most days, so he wants me to take it easy (no projects!) for the next several days and eat even more protein every morning and a whole lot of other stuff that is just generally inconvenient. I’ve never been one to take excellent care of myself and it’s extremely difficult for me to sit around my house doing nothing for the third weekend in a row. Doesn’t he know I’ve got projects on my to-do list? And that my morning routine doesn’t include sitting down to a fresh-cooked breakfast for twenty minutes? Pregnancy is a lot harder than I expected and it’s putting a serious damper on my lifestyle. I hear myself thinking and saying these things and I know it’s completely ridiculous. I wanted to have a baby, and not everyone gets pregnant when they want to, so I need to treat this pregnancy like the privilege and gift that it is, pain in the
ribs rear or not.
I guess the point of today’s post is that “living well” means living with a positive attitude and, for me, a sense of gratitude goes a long way toward that. So, without further adieu, a list of things I’m grateful for on my 27th birthday:
- My little family. I’m so lucky to have a wonderful husband, a baby on the way, and three of the cutest, sweetest animals sharing my life and my home.
- My big family. Nick and I both have parents and siblings and grandparents and aunts and uncles and cousins galore, and they are all wonderful people who bring such richness to our lives.
- My health (and baby’s). Even with all the dizziness and fainting and discomforts, at least I’m not experiencing any bleeding or signs of preterm labor. It could be much, much worse.
- My home. I see a lot of poverty in my line of work, but every day I get to come home to a beautiful little bungalow under a big ‘ol oak tree with all my favorite creatures and things inside. I’m living the dream, people.
So here’s to another year of living. I’m sure this one will be full of new lessons and experiences! Thanks for taking the time to read my musings on it all, and thank you as well to all of you who have already wished me a happy birthday through facebook or email. Y’all are the best!