Let me start this blog by saying it is neither my birthday nor the other half and mine’s anniversary yet. But I have been thinking about celebrations lately, especially after listening to a dear friend give a sermon on birthdays, since last Sunday was Pentecost, which traditionally is the birthday of the Christian church. And since June is the traditional wedding month, I have been thinking a great deal about anniversaries as well.
Birthdays and anniversaries. Celebrations we are all quite familiar with. Each of us celebrates at least one of those yearly.
Let me talk about about birthdays first. We all have one, even if some of us choose to forget about it. Yes, it is a sign that we are getting older, but the more we have, the better we are. Or at least I tend to think so.
Birthdays are a bit of a fascination though. They are, as my dear friend put it in his sermon, a ripple in the time-space continuum where the past, the present, and the future all seem to intersect.
Birthdays are part of the past. We reflect on what celebrations we had of our birthdays over the years. Some years, there may not have been a celebration…. or one we hoped to have. Some might have been spent with loved ones no longer in our lives. Some might have been celebrations we wish we could have forgotten. But each year, at the moment we choose to even think of our birthday, on our birthday, we are living in the past in our minds.
Birthdays are part of the present. Each one we celebrate or don’t celebrate, but we contemplate where we are in life. We think on what we have been doing in the present moment. And of course, while yesterday has already gone and tomorrow is just a promise, it is in the here and now that we are fully, even with the space-time continuum.
Birthdays are a part of the future too. We wish for better things. We are optimistic for a stronger year, a different outcome, a new opportunity. We tell ourselves this age will be our best, our brightest, the one in which we make a difference in certain goals. We live in the future, even if only for a moment, each time we make a birthday wish.
Anniversaries are also wonderful celebrations.
The other half and I celebrated being together for seventeen years in April. At the end of the month, we will celebrate our sixteenth year of marriage, because we did indeed marry in the month of June.
Anniversaries aren’t just celebrations of marriages. They can be remembrances of other things as well, such as the partaking of new employment or a person marking a milestone. Organizations celebrate anniversaries of events.
But unlike our birthdays, our anniversaries are milestones that can be finite during our lives (whereas we keep having birthdays until we die). Marriages can crumble. Jobs can be lost. Things can fall apart. And anniversaries can be painful reminders of what was lost.
But both are cause for celebration. And as we reflect upon the past, focus on the present, and hope for the future, we are finding the magic in the moments. We are writing the stories of our lives, even when we don’t feel like celebrating. We are hoping for better days, finding joy in the resent times, looking back peacefully on the years gone by and perhaps even loving every moment in the wibblely-wobblely timey-wimey stuff.
Find something anniversary wise to celebrate. And keep having birthdays! They’re proof that you live longer!
Stay magical!
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Fantastic points to celebrate! Someone asked my great grandmother (somewhere around her 80s) when she was going to start counting backwards or pause her birthdays. She replied along the lines of “I’ve earned every one of those years, when you stop having birthdays, you’re dead!” I’ve never forgotten that attitude, and own up to every single one of my 52 years.
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