What about the on-decade birthdays signifies exceptional celebration? Has our base-ten mathematical system ingrained in each of us the accomplishment of living an additional ten years? Perhaps when I am 37, a simply insignificant number, I will throw a lavish bash celebrating the obscure numbers often left unnoticed by those around us. I suppose this reversal of fortune atones for the general contempt held for the number zero in so many other realms. Poor zero. :(
In giving zero its due, I shall honor this unfortunate number as I reveal myself to a new decade. While my twenties have been spent muddling through extended adolescence, a young marriage, and the excruciating joys and heartaches of new motherhood, these next ten years will become a self-appointed journey of discovery. While still firmly grounded by the paramount bliss and responsibility of parenthood, I now periodically indulge in my personal interests and garner new pursuits. Incidentally, my children have found joy in these activities and we grow closer as I heal and commit myself to health and happiness.
The rough and roaring twenties are nearly over, I never imagined myself at this point and in these circumstances. The time for resolutions and revelations is at-hand and I have chosen to live fully.
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