If you celebrate a birthday in September, chances are you were conceived in January, sometime. Certainly, a fresh way to think of a birth-day (yes, I’m thinking of you, sister).
All that possibility. The idea of you. I wonder if you September babies have an affinity for January. Do you feel new?
My own beginnings took place in March. I can enjoy an extra celebration of myself every year in March, if I choose to think at it this way. When I do think of March, I think of the wind. In like a lamb, out like a lion. A change of season. In the “January” of life back then, I do not exist.
This March, though, I can ponder with fresh perspective. It’s a blessing to know where you come from. When you begin. How it can renew your spirit, even now.