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1 day out of 365 days every year, belongs to you. A birthday is just a day- some people love it, hate it, are indifferent towards it. I'm one of those people that LOVES my birthday. I make a huge deal out of it, I make it last 3 days instead of one and expect all forms of happiness to surround me. It's the one day that I'm far more vain than any other day in the year.
This year on my 22nd birthday, it was a bit of a wildcard. It was the first time I celebrated my birthday without my parents, close friends or America. This year I became almost indifferent to my birthday. My birthday has always meant so much, because ultimately it's a celebration of me with people that believe in me, know me, trust me and are there for me and that's what makes it worth celebrating.
I spoke to my family at 6am and fell asleep in between loads of laundry. That's how I started off the morning of my birthday. By noon I head out to check out St. Mary's Cathedral before meeting a friend in Darling Harbour and something beautifully unexpected happened. I walked into the cathedral and as I was roaming around I found a statue of St. Theresa of Little Flower. My middle name, Treeshia, stems from St. Theresa or at least that's what my parents intended. Once a month since I was about a year old, we would go to the Blue Army Shrine this huge estate of holiness and there was a statue of St. Theresa on the grounds and my parents would always bring me there. And as I grew up I would go to her statue and talk to her, that was my thing, my tradition was praying to St. Theresa. She was my guardian saint. I haven't been by a St. Theresa statue for a few years now, and my heart lit up when I happened upon it.
Everything else post that was just more surprising. Sydney is such a beautiful city and you can imagine what certain parts are supposed to look like but you don't know what you're seeing until you're actually there. More than ever, I realized that this is my life. I'm living it, the way that I wanted and I didn't let anyone hold me back or change my mind. I might be experiencing much of it alone, but the fact that I'm here and I'm living my own life is more than I could ask for.
Have you ever looked in on your life, reflecting on it and wondering whether this is how you would want it to be? Life has its ups and downs, but I'm genuinely grateful for my life and everyone in it. The people who take the time out of their day to write a simple facebook post, may seem superficial but the fact that they did it is what meant the most to me when I felt so far away from everything.
So my one day out of three hundred sixty five days in the year is done. The great thing though is that this is still just the beginning, even if it's 22 years into my story.
This year on my 22nd birthday, it was a bit of a wildcard. It was the first time I celebrated my birthday without my parents, close friends or America. This year I became almost indifferent to my birthday. My birthday has always meant so much, because ultimately it's a celebration of me with people that believe in me, know me, trust me and are there for me and that's what makes it worth celebrating.
I spoke to my family at 6am and fell asleep in between loads of laundry. That's how I started off the morning of my birthday. By noon I head out to check out St. Mary's Cathedral before meeting a friend in Darling Harbour and something beautifully unexpected happened. I walked into the cathedral and as I was roaming around I found a statue of St. Theresa of Little Flower. My middle name, Treeshia, stems from St. Theresa or at least that's what my parents intended. Once a month since I was about a year old, we would go to the Blue Army Shrine this huge estate of holiness and there was a statue of St. Theresa on the grounds and my parents would always bring me there. And as I grew up I would go to her statue and talk to her, that was my thing, my tradition was praying to St. Theresa. She was my guardian saint. I haven't been by a St. Theresa statue for a few years now, and my heart lit up when I happened upon it.
Everything else post that was just more surprising. Sydney is such a beautiful city and you can imagine what certain parts are supposed to look like but you don't know what you're seeing until you're actually there. More than ever, I realized that this is my life. I'm living it, the way that I wanted and I didn't let anyone hold me back or change my mind. I might be experiencing much of it alone, but the fact that I'm here and I'm living my own life is more than I could ask for.
Have you ever looked in on your life, reflecting on it and wondering whether this is how you would want it to be? Life has its ups and downs, but I'm genuinely grateful for my life and everyone in it. The people who take the time out of their day to write a simple facebook post, may seem superficial but the fact that they did it is what meant the most to me when I felt so far away from everything.
So my one day out of three hundred sixty five days in the year is done. The great thing though is that this is still just the beginning, even if it's 22 years into my story.
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