03/21/2025
What would your 11-year-old self say about birthdays? I recently found my childhood diary (always a writer, what can I say?) and took a trip down memory lane. On this day 35 years ago, little Maryann woke up happy and excited to celebrate with her friends and family. She also wrote in an entry the week before, “I can’t wait to be an adult to make my own decisions. Well, almost one year older and closer to being a grownup!”
Looking back, I can smile at the fact that I was so eager to grow up, when now all I want to do is freeze time. It’s a reminder that this day, whatever day it is, is the youngest you’ll ever be, and you should enjoy every minute of your life, your family and friends, the body you were blessed with, and all the stuff you love to do. Despite the challenges of being an adult in this complicated, often infuriating world, it’s a privilege to to be here. It’s a privilege to be able to age, because not everybody (including my Dad who passed away at age 46) gets to do it.
You bet your sweet ass I’m going to enjoy my birthday weekend. The sun is shining, my family and friends are in my orbit, and I’m right here where I want to be.