Countdown to Another Lap Around the Sun – 10 Days to My Birthday!


Alright, so let me set the scene: there I was, just minding my business, when my calendar looked me square in the face and said, “Ten days, my friend… ten days until you level up.”

Naturally, I did what any sane person would do—I panicked a little, looked in the mirror for new wrinkles, and then gave myself a pep talk:
“We don’t age, we marinate.”

Yes, folks… it’s almost my birthday, and I’m excited—not just because I’ll be another year wiser, sexier (debatable), and more experienced at dodging responsibilities like most—but because growing older is something I’ve come to treasure deeply.

Growing Older: The Ultimate Plot Twist

Here’s the thing—we live in a world obsessed with youth. Anti-aging creams, filters, fillers, Botox, baby-face apps… it’s like we’re all running from birthdays like they're the IRS. But let me drop a little truth on you:

Growing older is a privilege denied to many.

You hear me? It’s not a burden—it’s a badge of honor. It means you’ve survived some mess, outlasted a few storms, and still get to wake up and breathe, dance (even if it's just in the kitchen), and feel love. That’s something to celebrate.

Laugh Lines > Fine Lines

I plan to laugh a LOT over these next 10 days. I’ve earned every giggle, chuckle, snort, and bellyache that comes with this thing called life. And if I get another laugh line from it? Good. That’s just a memory etched into my face.

So if you’re scared of growing older, don’t be. Fear regret instead—regret of not telling your loved ones how much they mean to you, not dancing when the music played, not hugging tight when you had the chance, not singing Karaoke when it was available.

A Personal Reminder: Love While You Can

Over the past few days, life reminded me that time waits for no one. I lost a cousin and a friend—just days apart. Let that sink in.

Gone.

And I found myself thinking, “Did we love them enough? Did we celebrate their existence while they were here? Did we say the words while they could still hear them?”

That’s why I’m writing this—not just to count down to cake, balloons, and whatever flavor rum I decide to drink—but to say we need to do better.

Families, come together.
Friends, reach out.
Enemies… well, maybe don’t kill each other. Start there.

We need to live, love, and laugh loudly. But we also need to listen, forgive, and hold space for each other—especially within our families. Because when one chair goes empty at the table, it’s too late to say “I love you.”

10 Days, 10 Reminders

So, for the next 10 days leading up to my birthday, I’m challenging you:

  1. Call someone you’ve been meaning to call.

  2. Hug someone tighter than you did yesterday.

  3. Laugh at something ridiculous—like the fact that your knees now make sound effects.

  4. Eat something sweet with zero guilt.

  5. Tell your people you love them—even the weird ones.

  6. Forgive someone (even if it’s just to release your own heart).

  7. Dance in the mirror.

  8. Say a prayer of gratitude.

  9. Post a goofy picture and don’t delete it.

  10. Celebrate your own life, no matter where you are on the journey.

The Real Gift

I don’t know how many more birthdays I’ll get ( I sincerely asked God to let me die the day after my 120th Birthday) —but I do know I’m going to honor each one like it's a limited-edition release. Because it is. And so are you.

Here’s to growing older, laughing harder, and loving louder. Life’s too short to hold back.

Now… someone hide the scale and pass me the cake.

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