Growing older is tough to take, but it has been the most joyful experience of my life. Granted, the degenerative nature of my illness counts against me. But every year I move up the age-scale, I detach more from with the mechanisms consumerist society uses to pitch us against each other to create a demand for products and services.
To put it simply, every year, I am happier and more content in my life. I think more of others, and I take more gentle care of myself.
Birthdays are blessings because they remind me of how far I’ve come each year, and I can’t wait for mine this weekend.