it's almost my birthday (september 1) and i love my birthday.
i love my birthday because:
1.) i love planning parties and
2.) i love presents (both giving and receiving)
i fully blame my parents for this addiction to my birthday. as kids, they gave us themed parties that were over the top each year, and bought us the most creative and wonderful presents, and encouraged us to celebrate our birthday for the whole weekend, and even forced us to celebrate our half birthdays (for those who didn't grow up in my family - your half birthday is 6 months from your actual birthday) because my dad said waiting to celebrate your birthday only once every 12 months was way too difficult.
last year i turned 30 and it was a bit dramatic and difficult, but after a birthday dinner with family, and another party with friends, and a weekend in vegas with gina, i felt better.
this year i turn 31, and i'm really excited about it. although this past year has at times been confusing and complex, i have loved being in my 30's - i feel more confident than ever about who i am, what i'm good at and what i'm terrible at, and how to prioritize so that i'm only involved in things that i'm good at.
so i'm glad to be turning 31 - if it means another step closer to fully becoming me.
and of course, i'm excited about the party and the presents, too!