My sister said something to me last weekend when we were birding just outside Houston at Brazos Bend State Park (where I took this photo) that has stuck with me. She said that it’s been a lot of fun watching me learn how to live again.
I’ve sat with that all week. I have learned to live again. I’ve learned to be the me that I’d never met before now, and I like her. A lot.
Today is my birthday. I’m 47 years old and one-hundred percent happy that I’m on my own, single, not-ready-to-mingle and living my life any way I want.
I remember my last birthday, I was so incredibly sad. I was alone for the first time in decades and my friends took me out for dinner and drinks, and then I came home to Netflix and the rest of a cheap bottle of wine. I didn’t want to be happy yet. I wasn’t ready.
Now I’m ready! More than ready!
My sister and I are a few years apart in age, but our birthdays fall within the same week. We have grown so close over these past few years that we decided the best way to celebrate our birthdays was together. So it’s officially Sister Weekend again and we are planning on taking advantage of Spring Migration in Texas and hoping to see some amazing wildlife and birds as they pass through South Texas.
This birthday is the first birthday where I have no expectations. I have no need for gifts, I have no desire for a party. I am happy to have another year under my belt and another candle on my birthday cake. I am healthy, I am happy and I am comfortable being who I am.
I am complete. By myself.
I am my own gift. I am my own best friend. I am my own blessing. I am whole.
However, if the Birthday Fairies wanted to drop a new 300mm lens in my lap, I wouldn’t be mad at it.