41

It’s celebratory. It’s unique. It’s a number etched in time. Each birthday is special and only comes around that one time. Each time it occurs, you’re older, wiser, hopefully more grateful, and still alive.

Our lives are fluid; ever changing...but in many ways, stagnant. The same, day to day.

Only when we can look at something with fresh perspective, does the uniqueness really shine. Each day is not the “same ole same ole”, it’s a day in and of itself. It’s a birthday perhaps. A marriage. A birth. A loss.

41 means nothing to most. It’s another number in the grand scheme of things. But to me, it’s another year being alive. Having experiences. Enjoying my friends and family. My life.

Here’s to 41 years, and to 41 more.