My birthday is the day after Halloween.
As a kid I was always excited about that because we would have a birthday party for me at my grandpa's house on Halloween before it got dark and then we would all go trick or treating in that neighborhood after and then I was allowed to stay up later because it was Halloween. To me Halloween was always brought in with fun and creativity and I didn't really have to worry about whether anyone was there for me or the holiday. It was a celebration I could be included in on and I enjoyed that.
As I got older it changed once Halloween wasn't really the same and I got older, my grandpa passed and my birthday just didn't really seem as important anymore.
The cards stopped coming, no one even remembered when it was, which I often feel forgot but that's an entirely different journal entry.
I always wanted to be the one that was pleasantly surprised by things. Gifts. Dinner. idk. So much has changed yet I've been waiting on someone else to make my birthday great.
I think I realize now, as I am about to turn 39 that I am done waiting on someone to remember my birthday, or feeling that I'm not important enough to remember. This year I am welcoming all abundance in all ways, and I am going to figure out exactly what I want to do that day and that's what the plan is, your either in or out.
Yup.
I believe one of the many lessons here is You can't wait on someone else to celebrate you if you aren't even celebrating yourself.
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