When I was younger, I was told that when the day of your birthday matches your age, that year is considered extremely lucky and to be one of the best years of your life. For me that year is now as I just turn 27. Now I don't really believe in this philosophy because I feel you should definitely have more than one amazing year in your life time, but non the less I told my husband about this crazy notion and rightfully claimed this year as my golden year, a year to go crazy, let lose all uncertainties, and pursue fun with a vengeance. Now Tim, being the amazing husband that he is, devoured my silly request and so far has made this the best year of my life, and It's only been about three weeks.
Now it's up to me to figure out my own ingenious ways to celebrate life every year, and make up my own silly philosophies to have this special treatment each year. I might have concocted one for next year when I turn 28 and it goes like this: when your age matches the number of letters in your name than that year is a year that will be extremely lucky. I will be 28 and 2+8= 10 and there are ten letters in my name—It’s still in the development stage. I wonder how long I could get a way with it. I'll let you know. It definitely wouldn’t hurt to try.
My Golden year began with a bang! Tim got tickets to Sea World and the San Diego Zoo and we spent a weekend just enjoying ourselves in California and on the beach, which is without a doubt my most beloved place to be in the world. You would think that my mom growing up in Samoa would have settled down and raised a family some where a little more exotic than the hot, steamy desert of Arizona—don’t worry mom I’ll forgive you this time.
I could have been happy with just this, calling it a great wonderful golden year, being a mother of three small girls, having a ridiculously over priced mortgage, mountains of debt, and a tiny, usually overdrawn bank account, I know how rare the occasion it is to afford a vacation or to buy frivolously on a whim, but no Tim doesn’t stop there he pulls out the big guns, rips open his shirt to expose his shiny S symbol for superman—don’t let the glasses fool you, and we celebrated my birthday at the happiest place in the world, no not Hooters.
Now it's up to me to figure out my own ingenious ways to celebrate life every year, and make up my own silly philosophies to have this special treatment each year. I might have concocted one for next year when I turn 28 and it goes like this: when your age matches the number of letters in your name than that year is a year that will be extremely lucky. I will be 28 and 2+8= 10 and there are ten letters in my name—It’s still in the development stage. I wonder how long I could get a way with it. I'll let you know. It definitely wouldn’t hurt to try.
My Golden year began with a bang! Tim got tickets to Sea World and the San Diego Zoo and we spent a weekend just enjoying ourselves in California and on the beach, which is without a doubt my most beloved place to be in the world. You would think that my mom growing up in Samoa would have settled down and raised a family some where a little more exotic than the hot, steamy desert of Arizona—don’t worry mom I’ll forgive you this time.
I could have been happy with just this, calling it a great wonderful golden year, being a mother of three small girls, having a ridiculously over priced mortgage, mountains of debt, and a tiny, usually overdrawn bank account, I know how rare the occasion it is to afford a vacation or to buy frivolously on a whim, but no Tim doesn’t stop there he pulls out the big guns, rips open his shirt to expose his shiny S symbol for superman—don’t let the glasses fool you, and we celebrated my birthday at the happiest place in the world, no not Hooters.
DISNEYLAND!!! I highly recommend spending your birthday at Disneyland especially now that they are offering free admission. I was given an adorable button letting the whole world know it’s my birthday and everyone who caught a glimpse of my handy dandy button wish me a happy birthday, heck my own family rarely wishes me happy birthday, so it was amazing. I’m almost tempted to try it’s magic in the real world to see if I could experience the same center of attention, almost celebrity like feeling. We of course managed to squeeze in some time at the beach before we left.
Having a Golden Year is kind of like living out a bucket list but without the gloom of death at the end.
When Your Golden Year?
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