There are days, for some of us even weeks, when we forget to breathe. I’m not talking about that shallow, subconscious thing you’re doing; I mean really breathing…smelling the roses, the coffee, the rain, the wondrous wind that whips around you unexpectedly. When you stop to consider your situation and colour seeps into your perspective of life, when you become truly grateful for the things you have (no matter how small, cheap or old), the people you know (also regardless of how small, cheap or old) and the places you been to get you to where you are.
Birthdays have a funny way of forcing you to stop and breathe. It’s interesting to notice the people who come out of the woodwork, the ones that were always there and the ones that weren’t quite but still were loving enough to keep one eye on you. It’s hard not to take stock of all the things you’ve done till now and to wonder a bit about the direction you’re heading in. Two years ago, I might’ve looked at all these things with such a harsh skeptical eye but today, I know I’m not the best on paper but I sure as hell did what I could to get here and I’ve got a lot of people who give a damn about me. For today, that’s all I need. *sigh of relief* 🙂