Happy Birthday to Me

Happy birthday to me.
Happy birthday to me.
Happy birthday to me.
Happy birthday to me.

I could try to write something clever. I could try to write something profound. But today, I am just feeling very 29 years old. I am famous (only to myself) for having very high expectations for my birthday. I want a cake, candles, and a party. I think I will get one of the three essentials...the cake.

Since it is my birthday, I am going to be very self-absorbed...more than my normal blog self.

What does it mean to be 29 years old and Sara? Well, I ask myself that everyday. For five years so much of my identity was wrapped up in a classroom full of children. With all that I miss about that, I know that there is so much more to me than that. I sometimes think the people I have chosen to let into my life see so much more of me and my identity than I see of myself. Does that make sense?

I sometimes strive to make a difference in other peoples' lives...to make a mark, yet I don't always think that I put as much effort into making a mark in my own world. I am not well-read or well-traveled, yet I think I take it all in when I am right in the middle of it. I like to take risks even if I flounder a little through that risk...like right now in my life here in Philly. I am taking the risk. I force myself to see beyond my front door and are glad that I did.

This is a bit contradictory since I claim to be so self-absorbed...but I am more self-involved and reflective than the average 29 year old...I think, or am I just being self-absorbed??????? Paradox. Chicken or the egg.

I'll take my 29th birthday to say thanks for listening to me everyday and caring about what is happening in my little corner of the world. I know many read this blog because the other day, I checked my stats and 78 people had read the blog that day.

Go ahead and leave me a birthday wish!!! It would make me happy.