On the surface, birthdays seem like math.
So many questions from people you haven’t seen in who knows how long;
This is a date in time for others to pulse check on your progress.

What year were you born?
When is your next big thing?
How long did it take for you to get from X to Y?
To others, a birthday is a balance sheet—it’s your life in numbers at a set point in time.

But your birthday is not your life, a day can never be your year.
Celebrating your life, no matter the number, is what matters most….
I’m just so glad you were born.

The truth is that it life is so abstract and counting should be discouraged.
Live by how you feel; life is not numbers on a scale.
How many loves, how many smiles, how many times have you wondered?
I hope the answer will always be infinite; to enjoy life you don’t need to stop and count.
March 4, 2013

I Grew Up On Words

I remember days when I had no one else but you,
an unknown muse reading the words that sprayed from my fingertips like acid.

I shared everything;
every thought that came to mind was transplanted onto a computer screen on the other side of the world.

Strangers helped me understand how to love the world through poetry and kindness,
and I hope to help you do the same.
February 18, 2013