I’m approaching a “milestone” birthday. It’s a big one, and it occurred to me oh-so-briefly to write a post about this milestone…its significance on both a personal and a possibly-more-universal scale. But I tossed that idea out pronto. Here’s why:
This birthday is no more significant than any other, because they’re all significant. Every year we mark in this life, every calendar page we turn, every day we wake up — all milestones. All precious.
I’m sure my attitude has been shaped by the fact that, as a nurse and a pastor’s wife and, you know…a human, I’ve had plenty of experiences that have impressed upon me the frailty of life. I suspect we all have. In spite of this–or because of this–I like the idea of memento mori, which basically means “remember that you will die”. Cheery, eh? I don’t see this as a morbid thing, though; I see it as a seize-the-day thing, a treasure-life thing, an every-moment-is-a-milestone thing.
True, I’ve been around a while now, and yeah, it’s pretty amazing to hit this particular milestone birthday. But there’s no way I’m going to wait for a Special Day to consider and appreciate the miracle of life, to treasure moments, to follow my passions, to ponder Deep Subjects, to love deeply, to live joyfully.
I’m also not waiting for the big day to have cake…who wants some? *passes around plates of cake*
Happy day to you all. I’m glad to know you.