I would celebrate my birthday more, but you see, I celebrate my unbirthdays too and so it all kinda evens out to make a better 365 life.
Your birthday can be every day of the year when you allow your soul to become reborn in each sunrise, to welcome the true immortality.
The birthday was a celebration of another god-given year, another 365 days in which to make this world more wonderful for all.
A birthday can be sweet without cake or fanfare when you are your own super-fan, when you are confident that you are a sweet person who does good each day of each year as best you can. Then you can enjoy your day with an inner glow, then kind that will shine in your eyes.
At this age, a birthday is a quiet day. It is a day to reflect on the year that was and what is ahead to strive for. I guess it is a sort of personal "New Year," one where resolutions can be made, promises to the self. For me, I plan to be bolder, to speak louder about the ideas I have for making a better world for all life on Earth. Perhaps that extra bit of bravery, that extra bit of willpower and resolve, is the real gift to myself from me. This time next year I will be a better person, then make another resolution the year after.
It was the perfect birthday in every sense, and in all the ways only the universe can give. It was a summers day in April, the first day blossom opened on the tree. It was there as I opened my curtains, a beautiful nature's gift. There was the cycle lane in town, newly marked in fresh white paint and the strangers who said they were reached by my writing, that they were helped. There was the unexpected wait for a friend that lead me into the chocolate shop, then precious time with the friend, with someone proud to be seen with me, someone who listens and cares. The evening stretches ahead, time with my three favourite people in the world, my kids, the ones who hold my heart in their eyes.