I need your help.

On Saturday it will be my birth month, and I need some input.

My actual birth DAY isn’t until the 28th, but I celebrate the entire month. I think everyone should because frankly people deserve it. But for me especially, I feel like I really owe it to myself.

As a kid growing up, my dad didn’t “believe” in birthdays. So I never got parties or presents or cakes. I remember that on my sixth birthday we were just sitting at home doing nothing when suddenly there was a knock on the door. My little heart instantly started beating out of my chest.

When my mom opened the door, it was a lady who introduced herself as a missionary from a local church who had heard it was my birthday. She had a big vanilla cake in her hands with multi-coloured sprinkles and an enormous smile.

She was short and chubby with straight bright red hair down to her shoulders, and a lot of freckles. She was wearing a flowered sundress and she was all flushed.

I had never seen her before in my life.

My parents weren’t expecting the surprise, but they barely spoke English so they couldn’t ask her any questions. My dad was wary, but my mom let her in.

That was the first time I remember anyone singing Happy Birthday to me, and eating my very first birthday cake. I thought I had died and gone to heaven.

I never saw that lady again after that. But I think of her to this day, and wonder if she’ll ever know what her actions meant to some random little girl.

Today when I sit down and add up the number of years I got screwed on a birthday (and add the interest), I figure celebrating for the entire month of May for the rest of my life should just about make up for it.

Most people tend to celebrate the same major milestone birthdays, but I pretty much go all out for every single one. That doesn’t mean a big party. But it does mean I’ll do something significant or meaningful or symbolic for several days of the month.

Last year was an exception in terms of the WOW factor, because last year was special for me. Turning 27 was a personal milestone. My mom was 27 when she passed away. My partner was 27 when he suffered a major brain trauma injury that he still battles with.

When I turned 27, I went bungee jumping. It was my way of telling Fate: “Screw you. I’ll do what I want.”

I guess I’m still here.

I have so many things to celebrate this year and I’m not sure yet how I’m going to do it. I was actually hoping to get some suggestions on here. Since I have 30 days, I need a lot of ideas.

It could be something small that I could do one day. Just a meaningful, humble action to appreciate life. Or it could be something loud and crazy. It could be something I do with others, or something I do alone. I’m up for anything.

So please – help me out and post some ideas. I’ll document a lot of it as I continue to make posts throughout the month of May.

Here are some points about this year that might help us with the brainstorming process.


1. I’m in the best health and physical shape of my life. By far.

2. Career-wise, all the stars are aligned in all the right places. It was rough along the way, but this year I’m finally confident that I’m going to spend the rest of my life doing exactly what I love.

3. For the first time in my entire life, I have finally succeeded at successfully weeding out every harmful and negative relationship in my life. This includes family, “friends,” and acquaintances. I have literally cut contact with any and every poisonous relationship that has ever haunted my past. And I don’t let anyone new into my life that I don’t love to death.

This was an extremely difficult process and I really had to fight for it. It split my family right in half. But the good ones stayed. And all my little sisters – the only ones that really matter to me – are better off.

4. It’s my first year owning a place to live, and more importantly – building a real home.

As a little girl, I never dreamed about weddings or boyfriends. Instead, I always dreamed about creating a space where people could come and feel loved and welcome and comfortable.

A place where they would be well fed and entertained. The fridge would always be stocked and the view would be great. I really wanted the kind of place that makes you breathe a big sigh of relief when you walk in the door, because it feels like you’ve finally arrived to where you were meant to be.

When my sister Elizabeth was little, I would brush her hair and tell her stories about what it would be like when I was all grown up and she could come to my house and sleep over. I would explain to Elizabeth how she would be old enough to take the bus to my house. And how she might even have a boyfriend and she could bring him too.

I would actually do the math for her and say: “Maybe it will be when I am 25 and you are 19…” And our jaws would drop when we realized how OLD we would both be! It all just seemed so far away.

This year for the first time I have all that.

There’s truly a lot for me to be thankful for. I’m going to need the full 30 days… and your ideas. Please help.