Past calendar year, when I marked my 40th birthday throughout COVID-19 quarantine, I was grateful but a bit melancholy. Like Sandra Cisneros’ poem “Eleven,” I have normally seasoned identity issues with birthdays, only mine aren’t as sweet as the small female with the sweater. It was not just due to the fact of the pandemic. Birthdays have generally been a time to deeply reflect on existence — on what is going nicely, and not. I am generally harder on myself than I ought to be.
But this calendar year is unique. I really don’t know if it is the pandemic, acknowledgment of the blessings in my lifestyle, a religious renewal, far better self-treatment, a new period in existence — or all of it mixed collectively, but I am extra motivated and grateful than significant. When I marked my 41st birthday with household this this previous 7 days, I felt much better than ever. My blessings are ample.